Every Monday evening at 6:30pm, you and Simon would sit at your dining room table, books strewn across it.

You were his tutor, tasked with helping the man actually pass English. Although this task in itself was hard enough.

After his grumbling for the past ten minutes, you both finally begin, setting everything up and helping him work.

“This is all bullshit. When will I ever need to know how to use a fuckin’ comma?!” He complained now with a large sigh.