It had been humiliating, she wasn't the first or last one to attend a University Lecture without being enrolled, she wasn't ashamed she'd done it, but being yelled at in a classroom of a hundred something students wasn't pretty.
The problem had been her lack of information on the Professor, because apparently he chewed out anyone who didn't buy his book and placed it on the table for him to see. Enrolled or not.
She'd seen some of them with electronic copies in their tablets and assumed it was for choice.
The man had still put his nose up at those particular few, so she wasn't surprised when he reached the back of the classroom and lost it at her absolute disrespect for the subject he taught.
She placed the bottle of water Professor Johannes had handed her in the bag, trying and failing to reign in the warmth going to her cheeks.
His was the only class she wanted to go back to everyday, the only one she never missed, she wouldn't lose sleep over theory of criminality and the arrogant ass who taught it, but she would if it had to be Professor Johannes's Criminal Psychology.
He was a serious man, his voice had mastered the no nonsense tone to command a hundred students, and it showed. But then the subject he taught required that kind of demeanor.
There were plenty of rumors and theories about his scars and his knowledge, thankfully no one dared to voice them anywhere near him, because everytime she heard one they were crazier than the last.
She stayed glued to the door barely able to keep a semblance of private space in Madrid's subway. Rush hour hadn't hit just yet it was still one hour away, but it wasn't empty either.
An hour and a half later she arrived at home, the place was empty, she sighed in relief remembering her mother's Lunch with one of her friends.
She hadn't told her mother about the student's strike arranged for the day and went ahead as if it was just another Friday, instead of heading to highschool though, she went straight to University.
No one knew she had been going and she planned to keep it that way, the lecture she was most interested in was Professor Johannes, the rest were to maintain the charade.
She didn't know what kind of mess she'd be in if they realized she was attending lectures behind their back, well behind her father's back, her mother had no voice in the matter really, she'd simply follow whatever he said. She knew what her father would say.
Even though her dream job did not include catching murderers she wouldn't care for his opinion.
What she truly feared was Michael finding out.
