Minute after minute, Brendon continued his work in near silence. Of course he liked his music, as strange as a collection as it was, but he could work well with it. It would start with him working while he hummed along to the tunes and sang a phrase here and there, but it would always boil down to him looking at his phone or his music, continuously pressing the single button to play the next song until he would finally find one that he was in the mood for. It was quite strange, and he knew that he wasn't the only one who did it. He knew that he wasn't the only one who put his music on shuffle, only to sift through it all to find the right songs that he wanted to listen to at that moment in time. 

He sighed. The coffee was keeping him up, but now his mind was insistent on looking for other things to do instead of his work. He still needed to work on the lessons for the upcoming week, which he was going to be basing off what he was just given, so there were many fun times in store for him. Another sigh, and Brendon pushed his seat back and stood up. He needed to walk around a little and get some air. He had the whole weekend to work on the lesson plan and get the last of those papers graded, so he worried little. However, most of his worrying came from the fact that he knew that he was putting off his work, which only helped to stress him out more. Why didn't he just have a uniform, cookie-cutter, copy-paste plan to use every year? That was right, because he wanted to actually focus on areas and points in time that his students actually cared about. Had he been a Literature teacher of any kind, he never would have made his students read books like Little Women, as he found that era to be dreadfully boring in tales to tell. The Greeks, they were fun; the Romans too. Shakesphere was also a good time, and there was one prospect that united all three of those together that always managed to make him laugh. 

He paced to his little kitchen area. He lived in an apartment above a cafe, frequenting the fire escape to get out rather than the stairs outside of his apartment and down the hall that led to the cafe. It felt weird to him, and he tried avoid using that as a common route as much as possible, even if it was much faster. He needed something to eat, the ralization hit him. He still needed food, and there was food down stairs. One more sigh escaped his lips, and Brendon prepared himself to go down stairs. 

It was only then that his phone decided to ring, just as he was getting ready to go and do something. The song 'Nillili Mambo' played for all unknown phone numbers, so he knew that it wasn't one of this year's students or any of the other professors. He ran over back to his desk and pulled it form the stand, pulling out the charging cord to inspect the number on the touch screen. Something about the number was familiar, but he could not place it. He always cleaned out the numbers in his phone regularly. He kept his students numbers in case they needed something from him, and he always made sure to clear that out every year unless they were taking another one of his classes. Finally, his thumb hit the button to accept the call, and the phone was raised to his ear to listen in. 

"Brendon Kalen, what can I do for you?" He picked up the call how he would almost all of his other calls. In the case of his students, he was a little less formal with them, but he was still a Professor at the Seattle University for Higher learning, and he needed to maintain some visage of professionalism.