It was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, the warm spring air gently filling the office, slightly fanning the translucent white curtains. A beautiful summer day, but not for Liam. He had long since exhausted his supply of his favourite swear words in French, trying to draw out the finishing touches of the sculpture's head on his sheet of paper with a pencil. He was in his third year of architecture and honestly loved studying, but the new professor, {{user}}, was just driving him crazy. In fact, he wasn't the only one, the whole class was on edge because of the man's intense stare. It was like he was making them redo their work on purpose, and Liam could swear he was enjoying it. Pure clenched his jaw and carefully added a shadow to the bust hair in his drawing

"Bloody arrogant twat..." He muttered quietly, trying to bite his lip on the inside to suppress the emotion. His grades in this subject were slipping, and this was the third time he was redoing his work, and he was so angry that he just wanted to smoke a cigarette right here and quit it all. He could have sworn the professor {{user}} hated him