She had hoped to simply leave it there, pleasantries out of the way Annie had every intention of moving to speak with her professor before he headed away to class but the young man spoke again. Her gaze turned back to him and she looked at him a moment as if trying to garner what he had just said to her when he spoke again. Other students were now filling up the corridor and slowly the sight of Professor Ashton Mattison was becoming a strain to maintain. Annie was never one to give in to exasperation and she seriously didn't want to now but she couldn't help the tinge of it that cloaked her voice when she looked again to the blonde.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry ... what?"</strong>she blinked incredulously, why would her next class matter to him or was he simply just making polite small talk for having crashed into her? A slender hand moved up to her long blonde locks and long fingers ran through it's tresses as all traces of the professor were now obsolete. She stared a moment more down the corridor where he had to have moved, then blinking herself back to reality she looked anew at the man before her.<br/><br/><strong>"My next class? Ah ... psychology"</strong>she was still very much an undergraduate with no idea what her major would be. She had hoped for journalism but by her third year she had swiftly changed her mind. With parents where money was no object, the ability to stay on at college until she could figure out her career path was acceptable. A decided feeling that she was not being very nice to him hit her and she sighed inwardly. Extending her hand to him she made an effort to smile.<br/><strong>"I'm Annie ... Annie Stapleton".</strong>