You’re the girl who helps me with my english. italian is my native language, but i’d moved from italy several years ago. i didn’t want a language tutor—especially not one this attractive—but my best friend forced it on me. i can’t help but think he was trying to set me up. I’m currently trying to remember what the word i was trying to say was. it doesn’t help your beauty was distracting me, either. “banco.. banco…” i press the heels of my palms into my eyes. “that thing—“ i point to a desk.