I look around and note that the reaction of the crowd is split largely in favor of laughing this poor gent out of the building. The woman next to me... what's her name again, seems to be taking the lecture more seriously. If only they knew what I saw in the far east, these people may not snicker so much.
I point out the professor and moves through the now mingling crowd, quietly acknowledging but dismissing anybody who tries to engage him in conversation. My need to contact the professor taking over any sense of culture and refine behavior. These were Brits after all, they will just get huffy and dismiss the loud American as the uncouth brute they probably already think I am.
Itchy, and uncertain if it is just the suit or the markings that somehow feel alive under my skin I almost make it to the professor as a portly gentleman steps in the way. He excuses himself and when I look back, the object of my trip here is nowhere to be seen.
"Damn it." I mutter as I look around for him.
"What's the matter?" Katherine, now I remember her name, drew herself near to my ear. The question was hushed to avoid attention but almost seemed like a demand.
"Nothing." I brush her off and continue looking, hoping for a glimpse so that I will not be forced to hunt him down the hard way. That and Jeffrey was nowhere to be found in this large gathering and thus an introduction may not be had.
I turn and smile at Katherine, "It's nothing, I'm sorry. I thought I could exchange a few words with the lecturer and got carried away. I shouldn't have done that, let's go see if we can... mingle or something."
As she leads me away I look back and breath out, letting go of my current frustration.
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