The following day, after class, Elana was invited by her favorite professor to his workshop regarding a work-related matter.
Naturally, she agreed without hesitation. After a brief stop by her room, she arrived at the workshop.
Her hair was tied in a neat high bun, and she wore a crisp white shirt tucked into tailored black trousers—an ensemble that lent her a refreshing elegance and subtly accentuated her youthful allure.
She paused at the threshold, her gaze sweeping across the cluttered space. Although this wasn't her first visit, the workshop seemed considerably more disordered than before.
"Ah, come in," the professor called out, not bothering to lift his head from the intricate piece he was engrossed in.
Elana skipped lightly toward his desk and remarked with a playful concern, "Can you even find the right tool when you need it?"
