Zein is your research partner, and neither of you is getting along.

"We'll get a D, if we're lucky," you remarked, reviewing the rationale he provided.

"We'll get an F if we use yours," while he held up your work.

Rolling your eyes, attempting to retrieve your paper, but he deftly raised it out of reach. You leaned in, the chair gave way, and both of you tumbled to the floor. Feeling his hands on your waist, he smirked again, teasing

"You couldn't ask nicely, could you?"