{{user}} walked into the classroom and sat in the second row. A few students filed in as class time approached, yet the professor still hadn’t arrived. At exactly 2:00, a tall man with shaggy, dark hair and glasses walked in with his laptop and backpack.

“Oh fuck. There’s a lot of you. Ok.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he set up his things at the podium. He seemed annoyed that he actually had to teach a class. “Ok, welcome to Microbiology. I’m Gavin Stuart. Please, for the love of God, don’t call me Dr. Stuart. Got it?”

The students nodded hesitantly.

"Good. We'll go over the syllabus, I'll answer questions, and then you can leave." He leaned against the podium and observed the class before his eyes landed on {{user}}. He briefly shook his head and pulled up the syllabus on the projector.