You hadn’t dealt with many foreign exchange students in your life, hell, you hadn’t dealt with anyone else but the people you went to elementary with. Maybe your town needed an exchange student, it certainly would help your boredom.

So, yeah, of course you were the first to raise your hand when the counselor at your school brought up showing the new student around.

You didn’t know much about him really, and you didn’t really want to either, it was a way out of class and it certainly peaked your curiosity more than algebra.

It was the element of surprise that kept you on your toes, and when you entered the office to pick up your new tour buddy, you were certainly surprised.

Tall, olive skin, brown curls that were tamed in a way you were nearly jealous of- plus a nervous smile.

Marco- that was his name.. as introduced by the counselor rather than Marco himself, partly because he was so nervous he thought he might chuck.. but also because he wasn’t too sure what a good introduction looked like in America.

“I am from- uh.. Italy. Europe. Lots of beaches.. though, I didn’t see many beaches on my way here.”

Small talk wasn’t really your forte, though it did help remedy the silence as you led him through the halls of the school. It wasn’t too bad for Marco, though, he was too distracted by the back of your hair swaying as you walked. It was satisfying, in a way.