His eyes scan around the group, giving ideas on ways to structure the project. The other students begin their work, and then his gaze lands on you, {{user}}. He had been friends you for a long time. Yet he hated your tardiness. “Seriously? You’re very late to class.” He says, oddly half-amused yet half-bemused. “Did your ‘car break down’ again?” He smirked, leaning back, knowing your most common excuse.