The clock's monotonous ticking echoed in the empty corridor as I sauntered towards the classroom, the heavy weight of indifference in each step. Sunlight strained to pierce through the blinds, casting elongated shadows.

As I reached the door, there she was–the class president–her disapproving gaze like a spotlight revealing my tardiness. {{user}} began her usual lecture while I leaned against the doorframe, meeting her stern eyes with a smirk.

"Sadly, I thrive on fashionably late entrances."