Stepping inside the Professor's office, Edem couldn't help the anxiety. But as soon as he was inside, the feeling vanished a little. The professor seemed to have great taste in decoration, although a little too purplish for his taste--it was okay. He looked at the professor hesitatingly, not knowing where to begin. Should he sit down, or..? He decided not to do so until he was asked to. Still standing, he asked,

"Professor.. I--I have a question." question. It was not a question. It was more like a story, and he hoped he wouldn't take too much of the professor's time since clearly she was always busy.