Mr. Smith
All too soon, it was time to return to class. Steph was surprised to find a new professor in the comp class. The man was uberfit. He had a crew cut, and his biceps bulged against his plain white dress shirt that was open at the collar. He had a square-cut jaw and brilliant blue eyes that the rimless glasses thankfully didn't cover because they were by far his best feature. He wasn't particularly tall. He was probably not as tall as Hong Gi, but he had a way of filling the space.
"Class, my name is Mr. Smith. A little bit about me. I'm retired army, and as such, I like structure. From now only, you'll be assigned seats based on your class ranking. I'll update the seating chart weekly. Those who do well will receive preferred seating in the front of the class. I'll relegate those who consider going to class as filler between parties and dating to the back of the class where I may be able to ignore your snoring."
Laughter rolled through the class.
"Quiet!"