Charles

You were walking through the university, you had books in your hands, you were in a hurry to get to class, looking at your feet, when suddenly you bumped into someone... It was Karl. A strict teacher who was constantly dissatisfied with you. He glanced at you slightly, adjusting his glasses, putting his middle finger on the bridge of his nose, lifting them to look at you through the glass lenses. "Hey, didn't they teach you to look around? You could have at least looked ahead to notice that the teacher was coming. Well, why are you standing there like a statue? I'm waiting for an apology."