Running... Late, she was always late... Stumbling in her own feet as the bell in the campus tower screams her tardiness…

Being late on the first day of the new semester wasn't in Cosima's plans, yet here she was tripping her way on the old pavement surrounding the University of Minnesota's campus. Yesterday afternoon she had decided that she would get an early night, so she could be fresh this morning. But alas… Her friends had invited her for coffee after dinner. Then coffee turned into beer, then she realized that beer without shots it's just sad… That's how she got to this place…

She entered the big amphitheater where her first class would take place. Luckily the entrance for students was directly into the final row. As quietly as she could, Cosima made her way to one of the free seats on that row.

She finally sat herself and looked ahead, Dr. Delphine Cormier, written with neat and curvy handwrite on the chalkboard. Who still uses the chalkboard? Looking around and no sign of the professor other than a female bag on top of the desk.

Taking her phone out of her bag, Cosima texted Scott, her lab partner and best friend, Where are U? and looked for some movement around the packed classroom. On the first row, there he was looking around as well, until his eyes meet Cosima's face and a crooked simile appeared in his lips, motioning for Cosima to join him at the seat that he saved for her, next to him.

As Cosima gathered her stuff to meet Scott, the door next to the center of the amphitheater opened and she watched as an elegant blonde made her way to the center desk. She sat down again.

"I'm so sorry, but that couldn't wait! Now, where were we?" A deep, clear voice with a light French accent came from the lips of her new professor "Ah, that's right, the program!"

Turning around to face the antique board, with chalk between her fingers the Frenchwoman began to write, giving time for Cosima to examine her new immunology professor. She knew that the department has been changing the faculty, "renovating the source of knowledge" as they had put it. With the arrival of the new dean of the Collage of Biological Sciences there was a different atmosphere surrounding all campus. A different energy was raising all around and the Genetics, Cell Biology and Development Cell Biology major that Cosima was enrolled was not immune to it, all the class was buzzing with anticipation.

She refocused her attention on the lean woman still scribbling on the board. A rhythmic sound came from the friction of the chalk on the slate, the letters, words and sentences being formed neatly, in a constant handwriting. Cosima remembered her early days in school, how hard it was to keep a clean handwrite in that archaic thing.

Letting her eyes wander, she noticed the straight back of the blonde, still inside a deep blue blazer. Traveling south with her eyes, she saw the same deep blue in the tight skirt, that finished around the pale knees of the lecturer, her eyes kept moving to the calf, surprised to see that it settled fit on top of the black stilettos.

Suddenly the blonde turned around to face the class once again, catching Cosima's gaze, making her go all red, looking down at her hands that sat on the table in front of her.

For once Cosima was happy not to go to her usual seat in front of the class, next to Scott. Seating in the back gave her plenty of room to look, when she ventured, the other woman's way.

The remaining of the hour passed as fog through Cosima, between sights of her hands and furtive looks directed to her new professor. Glances that caught nothing more than still images of her elegant hands, moving with precise motions as Dr. Cormier explained the nuances of immunology, when compared to the other themes of the major; the way she moved around the main desk as she directed her students to the site they should visit to get all the necessary textbooks; the way she sat down on her chair folding her arms on top of the desk. Awkwardly noticing that the blonde never removed her blazer, that still covered her white buttoned blouse, much to Cosima's disappointment.

The bell rang, waking her up from the slumber she was in. She started to get her things together, putting away her notebook, nothing written on it other than Dr. Delphine Cormier, in a clumsy handwrite.