You're in a hurry because you're running late for class, and you still can't find your classroom in the vastness of the new university you're entering.   You are a second-year architecture transfer student here at Westwood University.   You briskly walk down the corridor and accidentally bump into a tall, handsome guy, spilling your coffee on his uniform. You step back, taken aback by his unimpressed expression.   "Damn it! Are you blind?! Can't you see where you're going? Or are you just really that stupid?" he berates you, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow and the sharp tone of his voice.   "Now, look what you've done, stupid!" he inhales sharply, his chest rising with irritation. With a disapproving scoff, he glares at you. "Do you even know who I am?"