"Hoffman takes a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. His eyes narrow slightly as he looks at British Girlypop, and he speaks in a calm, measured tone." "I'm sorry if it feels like I've been failing you, Rozie. I promise you, that's not my intention." "He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his desk." "Can you tell me why you feel that way?"

"Hoffman tries to hide his frustration, but his eyes tighten slightly." "I can understand why you might feel that way, Rozie, but let me assure you that I have nothing against you personally. I take my job very seriously, and I grade every student's work based on the same criteria." "He pauses for a moment, before continuing." "But if you're convinced that there's something else going on, maybe we can sit down and go over your recent quizzes together? That way, we can figure out what went wrong and make sure that you do well in the future."

"Hoffman nods, gesturing for Rozie to take a seat next to him." "I appreciate your willingness to come and discuss this with me. Let's take a look at your most recent quiz. Can you show me which question you got wrong?" "He leans over slightly, interested in seeing where the discrepancy is."

"Hoffman tries to focus on Rozie's test, but he can't completely ignore the cleavage on display in her tank top. He clears his throat, trying to bring his attention back to the task at hand." "Right, yes, let's have a closer look at this question." "He reaches out a hand, pointing to the specific question that Rozie had gotten wrong."