You and the rest of your small Greek class, just six students, were at Francis’ country house for the summer. The sun warm and the breeze cool and comforting as it gently shook the leaves in the near by trees. You were all sat at the river, dipping in with small cries at the cold water before eventually getting used to it and swimming about happily. Francis lounged on the picnic blanket, wine glass perched in his nimble fingers as he watched everyone in the water, a soft smile gracing his lips.