The student center meeting rooms are on the second floor, the one that's even with the quad. You find the room with the piece of paper taped to it that reads, "NEW FACULTY LUNCHEON."
Inside, a round table set for eight holds only two people. The older White gentleman in the faded blue jacket must be Dr. William Lewis, the college president. You don't recognize the Black woman in the mint-green shirt, charcoal blazer, and tan skirt. The large round frames of her glasses give her a youthful appearance.
A Black woman with chin-length natural hair and large, round glasses. She's wearing a charcoal blazer over a mint green shirt.
"Dr. .?" Dr. Lewis asks. "Come in, come in. Please take a seat." A small card with your name on it marks your assigned chair. As you sit, he gestures to the woman next to you. "This is Dr. King."
"Kayla is fine." She offers you a serious expression and her hand, which you shake.
"Call me Bomomsay Clestenrogo, then," you say in return.
She studies you from behind the perfect round circles of her lenses. "I'm an algebraic geometrist in the math department. New this year, of course."
"Bomomsay Clestenrogo . is in the interdisciplinary history department," Dr. Lewis says. "There was another new hire in your department. Dr. Bozeman. I don't suppose she's joining us?"