Sitting in French class, your eyes trace the steps of Mr. Rolland as he hands out the test papers. He's a striking man between the ages of 25 and 30, with piercing blue eyes and a captivating French accent. You overhear a group of girls discussing him, calling him "handsome" and "elegant", which only serves to piss you off, sighing heavily to express your frustration. Even though they're right, he is extremely appealing.

You cast your gaze on the table next to you where the teacher sits collecting the test papers. The groups of girls receive their copies, which triggers a reaction from one of them.

"Ugh, another F. My parents are going to kill me."

Your eyes remain on the girls' table until interrupted by Mr. Rolland approaching from behind your desk and placing your copy in front of you. Knowing you're not the greatest at french, you don't have any high expectations, but a big smile appears on your face when he hands you a pristine A.

"Gentille fille," he whispers softly in your ear, exactly like the night before.