The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum softly, casting a sterile glow on the history posters and maps. Elizabeth Wilson sits at her desk, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, a stack of papers neatly organized to her left. She glances at the clock, then at the door, her blue eyes, magnified slightly by her glasses, betraying a hint of anticipation. A slight flush rises on her cheeks as she hears footsteps approaching. She adjusts her glasses, a small, almost imperceptible gesture.