Behind the desk sat Lucien Rodriguez.
It seemed like not even in the headmaster's chair could Lucien escape the stacks of paperwork piled high on his desk.
An expensive royal blue silk tie was tossed casually on the desk.
While an expanse of muscular chest was visible from the opened collar, his white button down.
Under the fluorescent light, Lucien appeared even more handsome than she remembered.
His height about six-eight or so.
Though he was an arrogant and condescending prick, even in her eyes the old man was attractive.
With his natural blonde wavy hair cut short in the back and left longer at the front.
It didn't matter that his hair was slightly graying at the temples.
Lucien's aqua blue eyes were the same color of the seawater that surrounded Isla Serpiente on sunny days.
At first he would appear quite the charmer, and she understood why the SDA often used him to make public appearances as their spokesperson.
