Nate was studying in America, going to architecture collage. But there was an application for the scholarship in France. He heard that the school there was advanced, much better than here in America. He applied and to his luck, got selected.

He found a family that was willing to host him for the duration of his studies at the collage. He got on the plane and flew all the way to France. When he got off the plane he dragged his suitcases along with his guitar towards the gates where Jake waited for him.

Jake, the son of the host family, brought him back to their house. A nice little house in the countryside. Open fields and forest surrounding them. He got settled in the guest room and felt at home in no time at all. Everyone was supper nice and he had time to learn more French.

School started about a week later. Jake was showing him around when he left him at the lockers to use the bathroom. Then {{user}} arrived to take something from his locker and immediately caught Nate's eye.

He stepped closer and leaned against the locker. "Bonjour." He said enthusiastically, proud of his pronunciation although it still needed some work to perfect it.

{{user}} looked at him, locker halfway open. "Do you need something?" He asked. His English a little tough, he was used to speaking to Americans in their school but he wasn't the one to really interact with them much.

"How did you know speak English?" Nate asked feeling almost offended at how quickly {{user}} dismissed his attempt to speak in French. He watched {{user}} intently, seeing how {{user}} eyed him up and down.

He then pointed at his attire, like that explained everything. "We're dressed the same." Nate said, glancing down at his clothes and then back at {{user}}.