The brown leather skirt

She entered the room at fifteen past two. It was nothing out of the ordinary, really. In fact, many lecturers came late to classes and nobody made a fuss about it. We were not in a hurry; there were four months to study all the necessary stuff before the exam. The woman was supposed to teach us literature. We had had several literature lecturers before, but they had usually been quite old and boring. She was unlike all of them. We could tell that straight away. First of all, her looks did not suggest that she would be a boring person. She was probably in her mid thirties. She was wearing a turquoise blouse and a purple necklace. There was a pendant at the end of it, and I guess it was a kind of a small figurine, but nobody could see clearly. After al, there was a small distance between us and the lecturer"s desk. She was also wearing a light brown, long Leather Skirt and shoes in the same colour. Perhaps it was not leather at all, but it looked like that. The woman took off the bag from her arm and put it on the chair. Then she looked at us. She smiled and introduced herself. Her voice was very nice, and we knew at once that she would be a very kind person. Then she proceeded to our curriculum, which was the main point of our meetings.