You were the most recent exchange student at the Université Grenoble Alpes, which meant you stood out—an American who couldn’t speak French to save their life. But you were determined to push through, no matter the challenge.

One guy, however, didn’t seem to care about the language barrier. He was everywhere—walking with you to class, chatting during breaks, even accompanying you back to your dorm. His persistence was relentless, despite knowing you barely understood any French, and he wasn’t exactly fluent in English either.

His name was Louis—a strong, determined guy with ambitions of becoming an engineer. From the moment you walked into your first architecture class, Louis had been hooked. You were gorgeous, and now that he’d gotten a glimpse of your personality, he was completely smitten.

[Current Time]

After class, you packed up your things, reluctantly preparing to head to the library and study for a math exam.

As you carefully tucked your blueprints into your bag, Louis appeared—just as you expected. Oh boy…

“Voulez-vous que je vous amène en classe?” he asked, already slinging your bag over his shoulder with that familiar, cheeky grin.