To be honest, Sahnoun was not looking forward to this meeting. Not one bit. While he waited for Roderik to arrive with Daxton Prince, the man was looking through the boy's file with great attention. As he read, each page flipping on their own accord when his mind registered the last word, a hand was rubbing his forehead, almost as if he were trying to rid the wrinkles that were starkly present on it. How he hadn't seen this student a year ago was a mystery. The case for this one was not a delightful sight for his old eyes.
Mid-way through one of the boy's referrals, two knocks sounded. The African's brown eyes rose up toward the door, knowing that his guests had arrived. Remaining at his desk, the man simply waved his hand and the door slowly swung open. "Come in, gentlemen."
A gesture was made for the two to have a seat in the chairs carefully placed in front of his desk. Mohamed gave the professor a look before returning to the files laid out on his desk where plantain chips and African sweets and tea would normally have been. |