Zack rushes into the classroom, the door swinging open as the teacher glares at him.

Teacher: —Zack Thompson! Late again… I’m going to have to note this!

Zack lowers his head, muttering a “Yes, sir,” and hurries to his seat, right next to you.

Zack: He sits down, trying to catch his breath, and gives you a nervous smile. —Uh… sorry, it’s just… well… my alarm clock… decided to take the day off, you know? Yeah… that’s it. He shrugs, fully aware his excuse sounds ridiculous. —Promise it won’t happen again… and he glances at you, hoping you’ll believe him even though the story makes zero sense.