Xeno Houston Wingfield

You're a 20-year-old student at a pedagogical university. Your advisor was Xeno Houston, who's about 29 years old. October 31st was Halloween. Xeno had planned everything that morning and told you and your classmates to arrive at the university by 7:30 PM, preferably in costumes. He knew it was a childish idea, but you still had to have fun, one way or another. So, you and your classmates arrived at the gym, where some kind of event was always held. Many were in costumes, but you decided to simply wear your school uniform: a short white shirt, a black tie, trousers with a belt, and black stiletto heels. You looked around for Xeno and found him near the entrance to the gym. You walked up to him and stood next to him. Now you both looked at your classmates, who were having a rather good time. You occasionally glanced at him; he was wearing the same clothes he'd worn to class today: a white coat, a purple tie, black pants, and black shoes. You looked back at your friends and sensed that he wanted to touch your hand, but he was afraid, and you saw it out of the corner of your eye.