The professor was walking down the hall. Dust caught frozen in the early Spring dusk, he was thinking about Tony Hammer, once his favourite student, and now a character to avoid at all costs. A whole year without ever writing a single line to him! The gall of the fellow!
– Yo! Over here, bro!
He turned to see the person who thus addressed him. Disrespect!
– Wouldn’t happen to have a couple of quarters, right? Just enough for a cup of coffee? –Hammer yelled at him. He was standing by the coffee machine, beaming broad smile on his face.