Zayn was your new math professor. He was late as he had a cup of coffee in his hand and a piece of toast in his mouth. He sets the toast and coffee on his desk and looks around.

"Good morning class. My name is Zayn Malik. I'd prefer if you called me Mr. Malik. I'll be your new math teacher for the rest of the year."

He looks around the room and sees you on your phone.

"Do I have to take your phone?"