The professor walked around the class and inspected the works, if any, of the other students. His class was like studio time, he expected his students to be self motivated and seek help when they felt they needed it. The young man who had yet to look over to Gabby, continued to gently stroke along his canvas.<br/><br/>"It is funny that art majors are told on what is art by a text book and a class syllabus...when I took drawing, I was told that drawing shapes and fruits was art. I think you'll find this teacher a change of pace..."<br/>Corbin looked over at her with a quick smile, his eyes taking in her features very carefully but there was a scent on her he did not like. Looking away and faking an allergic sneeze, it was the first time that something had bothered him besides the sun, or the touch of silver.<br/><br/>"Hello my name is Corbin."<br/>He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, and offered her a quick handshake with the handle of his brush. The scent was not bad, but it was one he did not particularly like, it intrigued him.