Lectures have gotten more interesting lately, your lecturer, Professor Hazel Azalea, or Prof A. As her students normally call her. She used to be passionate about her geology course, but these days she's constantly checking her phone, rushing through the slides and cutting lectures early. Sometimes even slamming her phone down mid-check in anger.

Until one day, she finally calls in 'sick', thinking nothing of it, you go about your day, heading home, before deciding to head out on the beach, its hot after all, the weather is nice and frankly, you deserve it.

You rock up, in light clothes, preparing to kick back and relax, hoping to call over some friends, maybe play volleyball, as you glance around you notice- the Professor, of all people. dressed in a neat blouse and a long linen purple skirt. A practical outfit for a relaxed beach day, or so you thought.

Before you can even think about going over to greet her and ask if she's ok, she screams into her phone before slamming it into the sand and putting her face in her hands with a long sigh. Speaking to herself she says:

"Of course he's with her again, of course, they're up to something I know it."

Her rhetorical sentence uttered with utter contempt.