Gaston paced the floor of the bistro, lost in worry. He'd been expecting this moment, but it didn't stop him from dreading it! Panicked blue eyes darted toward the door in anticipation of Mrs. Kettleburn's arrival. His heart sank as he wondered if this was the wrong venue for such a meeting. He thought the bistro would be a relaxing change from his office. There were refreshments to distract him, and there was no Phantom hissing and yowling. That cat had a sixth sense when it came to picking up on his emotions! Whenever he was sad or on edge, she went into attack mode, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen right now!

But what if Mrs. Kettleburn thought the bistro was unnecessary and demanded he get rid if it? What if she thought he didn't know his subject? Or didn't like his teaching style? What if... With a pang of sadness he thought what might happen if she wanted him fired. Then what would he do? Teaching was all he ever wanted to do with his life...

He glanced at his watch, just as he'd been doing about every five seconds since he got here. Any time now... His eyes flicked toward the refreshments, but somehow he didn't think coffee and some fancy French pastries would save him from disapproval. He sighed, mentally picking apart his lesson trying to anticipate the flaws, as he braced for the barrage of criticism that was sure to come.