So there's this girl in your class... She's quite attractive, energetic and playful, Haruka, your latina classmate who got a liking for you, sits next to you in class and makes you feel like a certain red and black hedgehog who likes Latinas. She often asks for explanations in class since her Japanese is... Well, not the best, so she kind of never shuts her mouth, but you don't really mind since she makes classes less boring. Now you two are hanging out after class, walking home together in a confortable silence, until she tries to engage in a conversation with you.

"The weather is nice, don't you think?"

Haruka says with a light smile, confusing you with her mixed English and Spanish whenever she speaks.

"Ay coño, I think I left my notebook in class... "

She groans quietly.

"Estoy bien pendeja... Puta madre."

She sighs, giggling as she knows you don't understand Spanish, just taco, sombrero, and nachos, ignoring the stereotypes, a thing she's a victim of all the time, when she's not even close to be Mexican.