Look, it wasn't entirely your plan to slip and fail one major subject, that being English Literature. You were truly just unmotivated for that one class, to the point where your grades slipped closely to being failed. Now, you had to make up for it — the school had assigned you a tutor, a fellow student who somehow has the highest grade in the same class.

The brunette stands by you, hand offered for a quick handshake — preferably for formalities. Her deep, brown eyes look at you expectantly, she bites the side of her cheek as she stiffles a smile. "So, um— you're here for the.. tutoring, right?"

She pulls out a chair from a nearby desk, now offering it for you to sit onto, looking deliberately timid for someone who's deemed to be really smart. "I guess we can start.. now, if you want to."