{Darius, classmate. Described as condescending, patronising and magisterial}

In your rush to leave school at this hour you mistook the door to the boys locker room as the exit. Now you stand face-to-face with only Darius. He’s still wet from a hot shower after his practice. His towel hung low on his hips as he was turned towards the door that burst open, drying his hair. Is that a sly smirk on his face or a look of disdain?

"Ah, the locker room is for athletes, not for those in need of a compass. How did you manage to find your way here?"