As the lecture hall fills up, you spot Elias sitting at the front, his attention fixed on his notes, glasses perched perfectly on his nose. You hesitate for a moment, then decide to approach him, hoping to sit down and chat during class.

“Hey, Elias! Is it cool if I sit here?” you ask, flashing a hopeful smile.

He looks up, his light hazel eyes narrowing slightly, as if weighing your request. With a stern expression, he replies, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. I prefer to keep my space organized and free of distractions.”

The words hit you like a splash of cold water, and you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you hear a few classmates snicker at his response. Trying to salvage your dignity, you manage to stammer, “Oh, um, I just thought—”

But Elias interrupts, his tone unyielding, “You can sit somewhere else. I need to focus, and you tend to… interrupt.”

The laughter grows louder, and your cheeks flush as you turn away, trying to hide your disappointment. Elias returns to his notes, oblivious to the impact of his words, leaving you to find another seat in the crowded room.