Gaius let out an interested hum as she elaborated. Three very different walks of life, and he wondered how she'd met them all. They weren't likely to frequent the same places, were they? Unless she was dealing with a very cerebral fireman, perhaps.
“A blue collar worker, a resident of the vaunted Ivory Tower, and a self-made individual, how very interesting,” he mused, a fissure of curious amusement underlying his words. “Who was the professor? I might know them.”
Baxendale was an honoured educational institution in the city, and Gaius was closely involved with the board of directors. He'd mingled with a few esteemed professors, although he did not know them all.
“A blue collar worker, a resident of the vaunted Ivory Tower, and a self-made individual, how very interesting,” he mused, a fissure of curious amusement underlying his words. “Who was the professor? I might know them.”
Baxendale was an honoured educational institution in the city, and Gaius was closely involved with the board of directors. He'd mingled with a few esteemed professors, although he did not know them all.