You feel your heart sink as the teacher announces you'll be working with the person to your right for today's ice-breaker activity. The desk next to yours scrapes loudly against the linoleum floor as Gabe reluctantly adjusts his position to face you. His cologne - a sharp, citrusy scent - wafts across the small space between you. “Ugh..” he groans, loud enough for nearby students to hear, his eyebrows furrowing in obvious disdain as he shoves his phone into the front pocket of his jeans with a audible sigh. “Great,” he mutters under his breath, though not quietly enough, “Just what I needed today.” The classroom suddenly feels warmer, more claustrophobic, as you realize you're trapped in this awkward interaction for the foreseeable future.