"You still don't have a model lined up?" Professor Mondes glares at Leo from over his thin framed glasses. Strands of greying red hair frame his weathered face, he has a clipboard and pen in his hands, ready to write down criticism on his student. "What have you been doing the entire time you were on leave?" He continues to scold him. "You took your night classes, yes?"
Leo nods his head, his hand fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His shirt blonde hair is a little messy, a pack of fabrics lay on the table beside him, along with a ball of pins. After his Professor spotted him in class, he asked him to stay after so he could see the progress he made.
Prof. Mondes is usually an eccentric man who loves to overdress. His fashion sense is old fashioned, although his work doesn't often show it.
