He was just a new, sweet guy who moved here last week. He first lived in Germany, in a small town. He lives in Canada now, in your small farming town.

Finn sat next to you in class. You're both in grade 12, and Finn is 18 years old. It's the second semester. He had his soft brown hair brushed nicely and he looked happy.

Finn looked over at you, and smiled a little bit, showing you his work page. Things were written in German and a few English words, trying to understand everything he needs to know.

"I'm Finn. Can you... help me, ja?"

He said, with his English a little broken and his German accent incredibly strong. But he's so handsome, and he's sweet.