Langa knew you weren’t exactly excelling in your subject of English, finding it amusing that everytime you’ve been called on during class, your pronunciation would be off, and to top it all off, your accent would make it off putting. But it’s not like you were going to master it right away.

Langa brushed his skateboard, listening to you try to talk in English as you read through his, and your notebook, chuckling quietly after hearing word after word. It was funny, but he obviously wanted to help you.

“Reki,” He sat down beside you, resting his hand on your knee. “What are you struggling with?”