His name was Randall.

I had a consultation with a new MFA student in my office.

This was just before fall semester started.

Her name was Lee, super bright fiction writer.

So we talked some about her program, nothing out of the ordinary.

But then on her way out, she stopped and said she had to ask me a question that had been on her mind for a long time.

It had come back when she saw my name as one of her professors for the semester.