<em>"Cute"</em>was hardly what Lana was going for, but given the compliment came from her husband, the man with zero fashion sense, she paid no attention.  “No, no need to wait up, “she said, “I know you have to get up early for work tomorrow.”  Grudgingly returning his usual kiss, she made a mental note to reapply her lip gloss once in the car.<br/><br/>Checking inventory once again, books, keys and purse, she said “OK, gotta go or I’ll be late.  See you later.”  With that, she hustled out the door before Chris could interrupt her again with some quirky observation or mundane question.<br/><br/>Checking the time, she groaned impatiently.  She did need to hurry now or she would be late.  Backing out of the driveway, she drove the few miles to the college campus almost robotically, having made the trip so many times in her college years, now again in her married years.<br/><br/>Pulling in to the parking lot, as close as she could to the building that housed her night class, she noticed there were only three other cars.  Either it was going to be a very small class in attendance tonight, or everyone else was running as late as she was.  Fishing her lip gloss out of her purse, using the rear view mirror, she applied an additional coating to replace what ended up on her husband's mouth.<br/><br/>Scooping up her books and purse, she exited her car, locked it and walked towards class.  Her heels echoed smartly on the pavement, for she walked with confidence knowing she looked good.  Entering the hall, she proceeded towards the auditorium slash classroom, slowing down just a bit so she could catch her breath.<br/><br/>Upon entering, her eyes immediately surveyed the attendees.  There were only two other students already here, making themselves comfortable in their seats.  Glancing up, seeing her, they waved.  Lana had no idea who they were, she wasn’t here to make friends, but politely waved back.  Making her way to a seat near the front, she continued to look for the Professor, her heart sinking when she thought maybe he wasn’t teaching tonight.<br/><br/>Taking her seat, she dropped the books to the seat beside her as well as her purse.  Putting her keys in her purse, she grabbed her cell phone, sending the “I’m here” text to Chris before putting it on silent for the duration of the class.  Glancing down, she adjusted her shirt, smoothed her skirt and crossed her legs.  Hearing a door open, she looked to the right, her breath catching in her throat.  He was here.  Professor Stonewell.<br/><br/>Putting a radiant smile on her face, she continued to watch him as he walked towards where she was sitting.  Lana realized she was holding her breath, but damned if she could do anything about it.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>