Wasn't Eugene sweet? Considered the most attractive among his friends, he certainly was kind of neat. You and Eugene had become close in no time, be it because you were not as intense as the others, or because you, too, seemed to worry about grades, something had caught his eye.

It was nearly impossible beating him when it came to grades and, even if it was kind of frustrating, he was your closest friend. Spending time together — at the shore, his or your place, at the cafeteria —, had become routine. So had it stealing his glasses or sneakily unclipping his hair.

He would tell you about British culture, showing you songs or funny English phrases or idioms, help you with homework if needed and all other kind of things. You had managed to open up and make him open up, and affection would sometimes peek its head from time to time.