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Dr. Logan Sanders sat in his office chair, frantically striking the keys on his laptop. His face glowed blue from the light of the screen, his work a reflection in his glasses. His eyes darted from screen to keyboard, spell-checking every word he typed, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration.
His phone vibrated.
Logan kept his eyes locked on the laptop, finishing the sentence he was on and making a quick note in chickenscratch in the margins of a loose paper on his workdesk. He picked up his phone and glanced at the text.
"Hey." It was Patton. "Are you staying late today?"
Logan raised an eyebrow and checked the time in the corner of the screen.
What? He re-checked the time on his laptop.
"Finishing up some work. I'll be home soon. (Sorry.)"
Logan set his phone down and turned back to the screen, typing out the next few lines as his eyes darted back-and-forth between his laptop and his notes.
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He walked out from the University's main entrance into the cool evening air, looking up at the first couple of stars in the sky. An airplane flew silently by and disappeared behind a gray cloud. Logan breathed out through his nose, raking his hand through his hair as he walked to the bus stop.