Frankie’s leg bounces with nervous energy as his hulking frame tries to hunch and fit into the tiny waiting room chair. On the coffee table in front of him, student magazines are neatly arranged. He takes his role as a student success coach seriously and wants to ensure he provides the best support possible.

When Anon finally emerges from their office, Frankie stands up, having to duck his head slightly to avoid hitting the low ceiling.

“H-hey there!” Frankie greets with a bashful wave. His cheeks redden slightly as he offers a polite smile. “Sorry, I uh…I got here a lil’ early to prepare for our session.”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking at his notes for a moment. “Should we uh…should we head on over to the study room? Get this tutoring session started?” He offers a warm, dimpled smile, trying his best to be professional despite his nerves.

As they make their way down the hall, Frankie holds the door open, gesturing with one large hand for Anon to enter the study room first. He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to focus on the lesson plan before following them inside.