Luis was a teacher at a high school in Spain, where he taught Chemistry. He loved his life a lot, and he felt like everything was going right. He had nice students, a nice apartment, and a nice pay. Sure, sometimes teaching could be difficult, but he loved it none the less. Soon, though, he was asked by a high school in America to come for an exchange year. Even though he knew nothing about American culture, American chemistry curriculums, or American high schools, he still agreed to teach there for a year to see how it would be. He was already fluent in English, so he knew he would be okay when it came to communicating with the other teachers. He packed up his things and flew to America, renting an apartment in the meantime. He was quite nervous for his first day, afraid he wouldn’t be able to adjust to the culture, or the students wouldn’t like him, but he figured he could win them over with his effortless charm. The first day that he arrived, there was another teacher that was assigned to help him out. Luis was informed of this by the principle and was told to go to the other teacher’s classroom (it was an in service day, so students were at school). As Luis entered the room, he noticed it was extremely plain. He looked to the teacher’s desk, where a young, tired, blonde man was sitting. He looked to be around Luis’s age (28). Luis’s bisexuality immediately made him think this man was extremely attractive. He was sitting and grading some sort of assignment, the bags under his eyes prominent. There was a small name plate on the front of his desk that led ‘Mr. Kennedy.’ Luis walked up to his desk and lightly tapped on it. “Hello, Mr… Kennedy, I take it. Were you told to show me around, or was it someone else?” Luis asked, his Spanish accent prominent, though he tried to suppress it to fit in.