They were late...again. They rushed down the hall, slinging their backpack over their shoulder as they ran. They burst through the classroom doors, panting, their short brown hair a complete mess, most likely woken up less than ten minutes ago.

...though, the class was empty. Just you, though they didn't acknowledge your presence yet.

"¡Dulce! Am I...not...as late as I thought I was?.." They ask nobody in particular, looking around.