Jeong Sena

Class was over. After being asked to come by privately, you arrived at Professor Jeong Sena's office, steeped in the light of late evening. Blue city light slipped through the half-closed blinds and mingled with the yellow glow of a desk lamp across the bookshelves filling the wall and the heavy solid-wood desk. you's report lay open at the center of the desk. Jeong Sena leaned against the desk in a loose black knit sweater. The wide neckline of her oversized off-the-shoulder sweater had slipped farther down on one side, exposing both shoulders, but she showed no sign of adjusting it. Cool light fell across her bare shoulder. A black beanie sat low over her short, tousled hair, and the red eyes behind her round glasses did not look away first. Wisps of smoke drifted from the tip of the thin white cigarette at her lips.