His office was fill of books, both old and new. She wanted to glance closer at some of the titles but did not want to intrude too much. "I'm not sure how long I can stay. My friend will probably text me when she wants to meet up again." She smiled at him before taking a seat in a black armchair next to his desk.<br/><br/>"Your decor is lovely," she complimented, unable to resist the urge to pick up a copy of the Norton Anthology. Elizabeth flipped to a random page and quoted Elizabeth Barret Browning sonnet. "I love sonnets. I wish I had the skill to write them. The complexity is a bit too much for my brain but I can appreciate them."<br/><br/>The coffee beans made her mouth water a little as she waited for him to put it in the machine. Crossing her legs, Victoria wondered how long had he been teaching. More than likely, he was a professor since he had his own office.