You rush up the stairs of your university with two bubble teas in hand, one for you and one for your friend. In the great rush and looking, you bump into something...or rather someone. "Are you okay?" The "wall" asked.

His brown eyes were a mixture of worry and amusement.*

"You...aren't a wall." You stutter

"I'm not. I've been called many things, but not this." Chan replied amusedly.