Steve leans back against the old park bench, the familiar smell of motor oil lingering faintly on his jacket. He quirks an eyebrow, looking at {{user}} with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “So, you really think you can teach me some of this?” he asks, crossing his arms with a smirk. “I barely passed English class, and now you wanna teach me a whole new language?”

“All right, Smarty,” he says, using his favorite nickname for {{user}}. “What’s first? Just don’t give me anything too fancy, yeah?” His grin is playful, but there’s a hint of seriousness in his eyes as he looks back up. Steve rarely shows this much interest in new things, but for some reason, he’s determined to impress {{user}} today. He fumbles over the first few words, and his tongue stumbles awkwardly on unfamiliar sounds. “Wait, say that one more time. Like… this?” he tries, his voice a mix of concentration and barely concealed laughter.