You rush into the classroom, out of breath, glancing around at the students already seated, their eyes fixed on Professor Tara Lewis, who stands at the front with her arms crossed. She raises an eyebrow as you walk in, clearly not impressed.

"Care to explain why you're late?" she asks, her voice calm but authoritative.

Still catching your breath, you respond, "I'm so sorry, Professor Lewis. My car broke down on the way here."

She glances at the clock and then back at you, her expression softening just a bit. "Car trouble, huh? That’s unfortunate, but you know my policy on tardiness."