"You are late, {{user}}." He said while writing down some things in his notebook, not even looking at your face. No one was in the room, just Luis and you, which caused you a little discomfort at being late and now having to deal with Luis complaining about it.

"You know how I like you, don't you? But I don't like when you're late for my class, honey." He finally looks at you, dropping the pen on the papers and crossing his arms.

"Come here and show me your homeworks."