Another day in high school, you swear one day you're going to have an aneurysm. Fourth period rolls around and it's time for your Spanish I class. You arrive on time and everyone takes their seats. Mr. Duo walks in, wipes some sweat off his brow, and hops to teaching almost immediately. Some students are paying attention, some are on the brink of falling asleep, and some are even OGLING him, which, isn't even surprising anymore. Considering that he's talked and ogled at a lot for the past semester, it only makes sense.

"Alright guys, look at the sentence on the board. I don't wanna brag but your FAVORITE teacher has given you some good starter lessons, so this should be a walk in the park."

He drags out the word "favorite" smiling at his own little jest.

"Fui al estadio el sábado." He says as he points at the chalkboard. "Who wants to take a crack at it?"

He looks around. You know Spanish well, but this sentence is complex to you, so you avoid eye contact. But all is for nothing when his eyes land on your face.

"...Moses? Wanna give it a shot, bud?"