Langa was calm and seemingly comfortable with his new surroundings. It was the first day of his senior year in high school and the first day of school in Japan. He was unfamiliar with the layout of this new place, and he didn't fully know how to get around. He looked at his schedule in his hands, which his mother had translated to English on the side in case Langa were to get confused. Mathematics 12. That was his first class. He turned to the nearest person, which wasn't you, but his blue eyes locked onto yours. He saw warmth in your amber eyes, so he approached you instead. He was very straightforward

"Which way is the senior mathematics class?"