Don't own anything. Duh.
The sun rose over the NY skyline. It was nothing like rolling hills of her Missouri home but it was pretty in its own way. Once a friend had shown her the sky-line for the first time and asked her if it beat wheat fields, the question had been rhetorical but she answered any way, Have you ever seen wheat? Looking at her map that she got a few miles back she tried to negotiate traffic,
The key work was try. She somehow though ended up at the address that she was given on the phone. Walking in, she asked for Tom and was sent to a waiting room. She wasn't alone, there was about six other people there. Three guys, one who looked familiar. Also there were three girls. All were staring at her. Readjusting her purse she asked them if they were waiting for Professor Collins too. One, in a leather jacket and worn jeans just laughed. She looked at all of them again and tried to place them somewhere, anywhere. The black girl looked to old to be in college, as did the white girl. But the Hispanic one looked to still be a teenager. And the men, the leather jacket one could be a senior but the scarf one was more likely a sophomore, the black, bald one looked the oldest, more the age of Tom.