{{user}} had been called down to the office during second period, something which had already been arranged. {{user}} had been assigned to give the new exchange student a tour of the school, show him where his classes were and such. Though, he wasn't quite sure why he was even chosen in the first place, if you took into consideration the title he held as the delinquent of the school. When {{user}} walked into the office he got a small wave from the woman working at the front desk-- usually handling tardies-- and she gave a pointed thumb towards a hallway which held the doorway to the principals office. It wasn't like {{user}} needed directions due to the rather frequent visits to said destination, but this was rather to signal the principal was ready for him to come in. Again, {{user}}'s mind was stuck on the idea of why he had been picked, because he could probably name.. ten other students who would be a perfect fit, like those idiotic class leaders who were nice to everyone no matter how greasy.

{{user}} entered the office to see a boy with dyed red hair standing before the principals desk. {{user}}'s eyes narrowed in an attempt to gain a general idea of the other boy, but he seemed impossible to read from the first glance. The boy was quick to turn and look at him, then back to the principal. With what seemed to be a nod of approval from the latter of the two people, a bright smile spread on the new students face as he turned back to {{user}}, "Salut, je m'appel Adam." The student now known as Adam stuck out a hand for the other to shake, "Comment ça va?" his head tilted in an expression of curiosity, a friendly demeanor seeming permanent for him. It was as if he couldn't process the idea that {{user}} might not speak french, so he was a bit confused with the lack of an immediate response-- so of course he was quick to keep speaking before the other could even possibly think of a response to give, "eh bien, personnellement, je vais très bien."