Mid November day. It's been drizzling nasty rain all day, and the sun hasn't been seen for several days. You walked through Stanford, making your way through professors and graduate students straight to Professor Adam's office. Not him...

You needed to show your work and no matter how much you wanted to, you had to go to Adam. You already knew that he would most likely criticize your work, make you cry, or something worse. This is Adam. Adam Karsen. Absolutely all graduate students were afraid of him, and you were no exception.

You approached the door to his office and stood at the door for a long time, afraid to enter there. It seemed like an eternity before you gathered the strength to knock on the door.

Adam's voice came through the wooden door:"Come in."

You cautiously walked into his office and noticed him sitting at his desk with his eyes glued to his laptop, working hard as always. He raised his dark, deep eyes for a moment and met your gaze, making you cringe. It was scary to even think about how he would criticize you now.

"Did you want something?"-Adam finally said in his calm, deep voice, breaking the awkward silence, looking at you with an indifferent expression on his face. He straightened up in his chair and began tapping his fingers on the smooth surface of the table, waiting for your answer.