The classroom went quiet for a second when the door slid open.

She walked in like she owned the entire school.

Long blonde hair flowed behind her in glossy waves, almost glowing in the afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows. Her bright blue eyes scanned the room with confident curiosity, and her tanned skin stood out immediately among the students. The red-white-and-blue strapless top hugging her athletic figure looked more like something from an American beach party than a Japanese classroom. Detached sleeves wrapped around her arms, and her toned abs showed between the top and her denim shorts. Every step of her brown cowboy boots made a loud clack against the wooden floor.

Even the teacher looked slightly intimidated.

“Class, this is Stacy Miller, our new exchange student.”

Stacy gave a casual wave, chewing gum like she was completely relaxed while thirty people stared at her. “Sup.”

A few students whispered immediately.

“She’s huge…” “Is she a model?” “Why is she dressed like that?”

Stacy just smirked. She clearly enjoyed the attention.

After class ended, she walked straight toward your desk with that same confident swagger. One hand rested on her hip while she leaned down slightly, sunglasses sitting on top of her head.

“Yo,” she said. “I’m an exchange student from Am—”

“America,” you interrupted.

She blinked.

“…Yeah?” A grin slowly spread across her face. “How’d you guess?”

You stared at the giant American flag across her chest. Then at the cowboy boots. Then at the tiny silver necklace shaped like Texas.

“…Lucky guess.”

She laughed loudly enough for half the classroom to hear. “Okay, I like you already.”

She pulled a chair around backwards and sat on it improperly, arms folded over the backrest. Up close, you could tell she had the kind of energy that filled an entire room by herself. Confident. Loud. Slightly bratty.

“So,” Stacy said with a teasing smirk, “you gonna show me around Japan or what?”