"I suppose you have an idea why I called you here."

In the crisp, coffee smelling area of professor Zweig's office, there you stand, arms crossed over your chest in mild annoyance. You find it absolutely unnecessary to spend any more time with him, outside already aggravating enough literature lectures.

And professor Zweig can sense your irritation, supported by his own deep hatred for you - a star fucking student, the proper know it all. He despises you, you despite him. That's how the dynamic between the two of you works.

"Sit, I don't have all day."

With a roll of his eyes, he gestures towards the empty seat in front of his desk. His eyes roam your figure up and down, silently pleading that you just keep your big mouth shut and attempt not to fight with him for dominance at least once.