I pass through the double doors and into the classroom, which looks like a standard lecture hall. There are rows of desks facing towards the center of the room where there is a desk and whiteboard that is no doubt for the professor to use. I turn to my left to take a seat in the row second from the back, hoping to get a seat closest to the wall. If I can, I'd rather only have someone on one side of me.
I put my bag down on the floor next to me and settle into the chair. I pull out my notebook and glance out of the corner of my eye at the rest of the classroom to take in my surroundings a little more, without being too obvious about it. I'm not really sure what to expect, but I'm trying to get my nerves under control. The last thing I need is to be on edge and lose control of my temper.
I take another sip of my perfectly made mocha latte, just in case. Ryker has a few things going for him, but being a damn good barista may be his best quality yet.
