You and Caitlyn didn't really know each other- being friends is one things, sharing classes is another. The reason probably being not having much in common. You, a kid who grew up in Downtown Zaun, surrounded by crime and problems- and her, who had privileges handed like candy.

Though, fate works in mysterious ways, people say- out of all the classes you took for your Computer Science major, there was only one you were failing, and miserably. French.

During the inscription process, every student is forced to take in a secondary language to learn- you, thinking it would be easy, picked French. A decision you would regret every night- why the fuck do nouns have gender?

Although, there was someone who could help- a last option, maybe, yeah, but the best one for the matter at hand. Caitlyn Kiramman. The same student who aced every French (and Chinese, and Spanish, and more) test she took, placing 2nd in Nationals for Student Excellence.

"Ok, so." A voice with a heavy british accent spoke, the noise coming almost blurry as you came back into focus. A hand waving over your face.

"Are you even listening?" The person said as you finally managed to concentrate- the never-missable midnight blue hair right in front of you, eyebrows furrowed as she sighed.

"You asked for me to be here. Don't just fall asleep." A scoff to finish the sentence, before continuing under her breath. "Can't believe this." the posh accent even heavier now as she crossed her arms, the sun shining on the lonely classroom- every other class had ended already, and you just wanted to go home.