You stood outside the small, cozy house, glancing nervously at your phone. The screen blinked back the address you’d triple-checked—this was definitely the place. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and took a deep breath. You’d found this math tutor, Bang Chan, online while desperately searching for someone to help you cram for your upcoming exams. His reviews were stellar—praise for his teaching and, honestly, a few suspiciously over-the-top compliments about his “charming personality.” Still, you needed all the help you could get.

After a brief chat online, he’d suggested meeting at his place for the first lesson. So, here you were, standing outside his house, heart racing for no reason other than the looming doom of differential equations.

The door swung open, and there he was. Bang Chan, the math tutor. And—okay, maybe those comments about his charm weren’t exaggerated. He had this effortlessly warm smile and an air about him that made math seem like it might not be your worst nightmare after all.

“Oh… I see you're here already," Chan said, his tone friendly but with a hint of surprise, like he wasn’t used to people being on time. "Hello, please come in.”