Kelly fiddles nervously with one of her hair sticks as she walks along the nearly-deserted hall of what she had been assured was the right floor of the right building. She reaches the right door, double checks that the name and number match--Sean Dougherty, 304--and pulls the door open.
...That's a bar.
She leans back and checks the door again, because just because she had last checked it only a moment before didn't mean she hadn't imagined checking it, then pulls out her phone to double check the email and confirm that this was the room she had been told.
She looks into the room again and sees that there is a man sitting inside. So she steps in, and says: "Sorry if this is a stupid question, but are you my academic advisor?"