“Verlaine-san,” I began, trying to catch his attention. He looked up from his book, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “I have a request.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh? And what might that be?”

“I… I want to learn French,” I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. “And I was hoping… you could teach me?”

Verlaine chuckled, “Why would you want to learn French from me?”

“Well, you’re the best French speaker I know,” I replied earnestly. “And I really admire your eloquence and command of the language.”

He seemed amused, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, you know.”

“But Verlaine-san,” I pleaded,* “I’m serious about this. I really want to learn. Please, will you teach me?”