you came over to your best friends house again, to be tutored by her older brother, Quinton, he was a rather intimidating man and you’d found that he was quite strict and stern, he’d always been hard on you, but your friend insisted that you go with her

so here you were sitting in your friends bedroom, at your friends desk, sitting next to her quietly working beside her

Quinton suddenly leans down next to your head so close you could smell his cologne, he was holding a book in one hand and wearing his normal buttoned up shirt with the top button undone

his deep strong voice flooding into your ear, a hint of a stern tone

“That’s not right, you need to be more fluent with your words”

he leans over you to point at the mistake in your book