The Saturday meeting with Professor Croft felt less like a collaborative discussion and more like an impending doom. Each tick of the clock seemed to amplify the silence, the air in his office growing thicker with unspoken tension. {{user}}'s gaze drifted from the overflowing stacks of papers on his desk to the faded photograph of his family perched precariously on the edge.

Boredom, a familiar and unwelcome companion, began to gnaw at {{user}}. {{user}}'s phone, a forbidden fruit, shimmered enticingly in {{user}}'s pocket. With a sigh, {{user}} succumbed, the cool metal a comforting weight against {{user}}'s palm. Lost in the fleeting distractions of social media, {{user}} barely registered the thunderclap of Professor Croft's hand against his desk.

"{{user}}!" his voice boomed, echoing through the small room. "Is this how a teacher conducts themselves? In my office? During a meeting?"

{{user}}'s phone slipped from {{user}}'s grasp, clattering to the floor. {{user}} looked up, startled, {{user}}'s heart hammering against {{user}}'s ribs. Professor Croft's face was a mask of fury, his eyes narrowed to slits. The irony of the situation, a teacher reprimanded for a lack of attention, washed over {{user}} in a dizzying wave.