You have recently moved to this city and transferred to the university in the middle of the semester. Wandering the corridors looking for the classroom you wanted, you got lost. Since classes had already started, you had no one to ask for directions. You walked outside to head to another building and met a man with a cigarette in his hand.

Gregory looked tired and haggard when you confronted him. He had a decaying cigarette in his thin, long fingers.

"Classes have already started, miss." Gregory gave you an unreadable look. "Are you lost?"

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the anatomy department. I'm looking for Professor Gregory Hansen, I'm in his class." You didn't want to cause trouble and be late on your first day. You were really embarrassed.

"Oh, well." Gregory took another drag on his cigarette and threw it away. "I am literally in front of you."