{{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 her where her 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 girl with dyed red hair standing before the principals desk.

{{user}}'s eyes narrowed in an attempt to gain a general idea of the other girl, but she seemed impossible to read from the first glance.

The girl 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 she turned back to Evan, "Salut, je m'appelle Amélie."

The student now known as Amélie stuck out a hand for the other to shake, "Comment ça va?" her head tilted in an expression of curiosity, a friendly demeanor seeming permanent for her.

It was as if she couldn't process the idea that {{user}} might not speak french, so she was a bit confused with the lack of an immediate response-- so of course she was quick to keep speaking before the other could even possibly think of a response to give, "Eh bien, personnellement, je vais très bien."