<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>i’m going back to the <em>START</em></strong></span></span></div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/93/a8/54/93a85475e49a5d80f6cc19e2ceb11c04--janina-gavankar-brown-hair.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"><strong>Name: </strong> Melisande "Missy" Breaux<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Music Professor<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> She's so confused<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill, w/ a slight side of nerves --&gt;Surprised/Flustered<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 08|28|2020 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> North court emerging from her final interview<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Spencer Roberts (@Mxyzptlk) - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">This final interview was just a formality. She had all but gotten the job. This she knew only because the department head had pretty much told her. There had been just a couple others who wanted to meet her before papers were signed off on and, for the most part, Missy had been fine with that. She understood there were rules to be observed. Especially at a University with such an... interesting program on campus. <br/><br/>Missy's personal feelings aside, she'd done everything in her power to avoid talking about the subject of sexuality and the campus' approach to things. She hadn't been able to avoid it entirely but thus far she'd managed to say just what she needed to and nothing more. She knew where she stood on the topic anyway. Or at least, she had. The still too fresh voicemails that were still on her phone may have suggested otherwise.<br/><br/>Not that now was the time to be thinking about such things.<br/><br/>Inwardly shaking herself back to the present, Missy took a deep breath as her eyes lifted from the ground before her and her usual posture resumed. Regardless of what she'd been told, she knew there was always the chance that things might not go her way. However, pretty much all of her eggs were left in this one basket now that she was on her own so she had to hope that nothing came along to screw anything up. <br/><br/>Like a slim, fair skinned woman with the most piercing and electric gaze she'd ever laid eyes on.<br/><br/>Fuck.<br/><br/>Surprise didn't quite cover the sudden riot of emotion that went off inside her. She'd come to halt--probably the for the best given the pencil skirt and four inch heels she wore did not make balance recovery easy--but somehow lost a few moments between the sound of her name, the reveal of those heart stopping eyes, and the very sudden reality that the only woman she'd ever lusted after like a horny teen (which, in fairness, she had been) was standing in front of her. For one, ridiculously long and weighty moment, all Missy could think to do was lean forward and kiss the ever loving fuck out of Spencer.<br/><br/>And then her mind seemed to catch up and the real world settled back into place. The one where she was very definitely not about to just up and kiss another woman in public.<br/><br/>"Oh, uh, h-hey Spencer." It took a second but her face did ease from stiff with shock to something softer, more human, as heat rose to the spot Spencer had touched. "Yeah, its me. Real and in the flesh." Her brows lifted as if she couldn't quite believe it herself. "Wow, I.. I did not expect to run into you here. I'm just.." Missy was not a woman who typically had trouble finding words but it had always been this way with Spencer.  "I've got an interview here in just a bit. Gonna be joining the music department if everything goes well." <br/><br/>Missy smiled and cleared her throat, finding it was far too easy to recall the fondness her 17 year old self had had for the other girl. Mouthy and not a little wild, Missy had spent a whole summer just wanting to be near the other, finding herself all too amused when Spencer broke hearts left and right without even meaning to. "You look, great, Spence. Do, uh, do you work here?" Goof grief she needed to get it together. </span>