Texts and emails and decisions oh my!

You wake from your nap to the loud buzzing of your entry intercom. Staggering up off the loveseat, you pull your robe tight and walk over to the door yawning. You push the button on the speaker beside the door.

"Hello."

You hear a tinny male voice from the speaker.

"Ms. Stewart?"

"Yep. I'm her."

"Just picking the car up, ma'am."

"Ok. Thanks."

The speaker goes silent as you plop back down on the sofa and check your phone. You open your texts and sure enough, Kat replied. You look at the time. 1 pm means she hasn't quite left for work yet but is probably getting ready.

"Noon, berry. I'm off tmw, u can call after 12. I'd say 2nite but u wont be up @1. Best doll!"

You text back.

"Tmw's cool. Talk at cha then!"

You glance over at the icon bar and aren't surprised to see that mail is lit up. The professor is glued to that silly Key2 all the time. He's like the only person left in the world that insists on those silly Blackberry keyboard phones. It does guarantee he's never more than an hour or two from answering a message though.

You head to the kitchen and chop up some carrots. Then you throw them on a plate and scoop some blue cheese on the side. Grabbing a juice from the fridge, you carry it all to the living room. You head over to the desk and open email on the laptop. Four deleted spam mails later you finally open his.

He begins the email talking about how horrible it is that students have to choose between a well-rounded education and surviving these days. Professor Edwards is well known for his utopian beliefs on these things. The class has been treated to these views on numerous occasions. You always found it funny because you've visited the coffee house his girlfriend runs and it wasn't cheap! The lectures were always fine by you though, if he talked about it too long it meant homework would be light that evening since he didn't cover a lot of material. You skip past it all this time though wanting to get to the meat of the mail.

By paragraph 3 he's finally ready to talk about classes. He mentions he pulled your course list and the classes you're taking are currently a half course load. To keep finaid happy, you'd need to continue with two in some fashion. He claims there are lots of ways to set this up with very minimal class time but that it'd be far easier to explain in person rather than messaging back and forth. He proposes either meeting him after his 9 pm class tonight or before his 8 am class at 7. He ends the mail assuring you that he can get everything fixed if you just come by and see him. You nibble on a carrot and think about this. Everything is phrased very professionally and above board but your spidey-sense is tingling. You smile thinking you see what's going on.

He's well aware from the conversations you've had that you take the bus everywhere since you have no car. You've also mentioned to him on occasion that you took his afternoon class because you hate getting up early. If he did any research he'll know that getting there tomorrow morning will require catching the 6 am bus which would be awful early for you. Since the 9 o'clock class ends at 11 pm, the last bus will get you there with no return trip. Which would mean an expensive Uber or begging him for a ride home. The evening choice sounds calculated to put some heavy pressure on you and the morning is set up to be really unappealing.

You finish your snack and carry the plate to the sink. Your mind is still crunching the puzzle presented in the message. Tomorrow you have your chat with Kat in the afternoon and the apartment inspection at 6. You have nothing at all planned today so either works. You're so tempted to take the evening meeting just because it'll answer your suspicions once and for all. You're pretty confident you can handle any advances he tries, you aren't some country bumpkin after all. Worse comes to worst, you can afford the Uber pretty easily. The morning appointment as early as it is would be really convenient though. If things don't work out in the meeting, you could walk straight over to finaid and finish everything up in one stop.

You wash up the dishes and put them away. This really comes down to how you want to play this, you think. Do you go tonight and spring the possible 'trap'? Or would it be better to tackle it in the morning? The former might be more interesting but the latter is safer. Of course, the boring answer would be to say no thanks and just drop out. Decisions, decisions. . .