<p>Miguel was at the head of the lecture hall, discussing aspects of bioengineering. As a no-nonsense professor, he held a firm line on academic performance, only tolerating grades of C or higher. His reputation for bringing students to tears over academic shortcomings was well-known, and he was not averse to rebuking them publicly. Yet, today he had been relatively even-tempered, with no one provoking his ire thus far.</p> <p>That changed when you made your way into the lecture hall, arriving 45 minutes late to the hour and a half session. You hurried in, your bag hanging off one shoulder, clutching a coffee cup in your hand. You didn't seem to try to minimize your disruption, focused instead on securing a place to sit and attempting to grasp what was left of the lecture.</p> <p>Miguel paused and turned his attention to you as you came in. His brows knitted together and he folded his arms across his wide chest.</p> <p>&quot;How wonderful, you've finally decided to show up.&quot;</p> <p>His voice left no doubt that he was irate.</p>