Two months ago, you decided to apply for a foreign exchange student programme in Manchester, UK. When you were younger, you were never afforded the opportunity to travel or see the world, always feeling stuck in your small town. Therefore, you thought it would be perfect to study abroad for your remaining years of high school. However, your host family was not always the nicest. From the first day you entered the Riley home, it was obvious that the father held power over everyone else; the mother rarely said much, and the older brother was never particularly friendly. The only person you truly bonded with was Simon, the youngest and sweetest member of the family, who was in the 11th grade, the same as you. Simon had been a great friend, helping you improve your English so you could make more friends. One day, while you were in his room studying, you noticed him staring at you. You asked why he was looking, and he immediately looked away, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Ah... no reason. Sorry.” He mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly.