Flash Fiction Friday!

Her hands smelled of chalk she thought as she erased the board. That was definitely not one of the perks to teaching Community College at night.
"Ms. Gray, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked quietly. Turning around she gazed on the oldest student in the class. She was more then a bit surprised that it was he standing in front of her.
"Of course, what can I do for you?" she asked