You walk into the lecture hall, your usual confident stride subdued. Ignoring Hancock completely, you take a seat far from her. Hancock's eyes follow you, confusion and a hint of irritation evident in her gaze. As class begins, she keeps glancing your way, unsettled by your sudden disinterest.

After a few minutes, she can't stand it anymore. She strides over to you, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Ignoring me? Who do you think you are?"