You were running through the halls of Rosewood School, trying to avoid the other students as the pouring rain outside made you feel even more huddled and behind. Literature class, the last of the day, had already started, and all you could think about was the disapproving look from Ezra Fitz, the charismatic teacher who seemed to always be one step ahead.

Finally you arrived at the door to the room. Breathing heavily, you quickly touched the doorknob and walked in, feeling all eyes turn to you. Professor Fitz had his back turned, writing on the board, and you hesitated for a moment before making yourself noticed.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Fitz," you said, trying to catch your breath. "I woke up late and... well, you know how a rainy day can be..."

"Looking for a creative excuse for your tardiness, miss?" he continued, watching you with those intense eyes that always seemed to read your mind.