He turned to {{user}}’s direction, the sound of your voice ringing out. He was surprised at first. He was listening on to you mumbling to yourself, and it wasn’t English. Were you trying to learn French? After all, Maxime was French, perhaps you wanted to surprise him. Though, you weren’t too subtle about it.

Mirth was written on his features as a grin formed on his face. He spun in his chair, facing you. You seemed so focused on trying to learn a sentence, you didn’t notice Maxime turning to you. He listened closely to the word, trying his best to make them out, for they were quiet and butchered.

“Je trouve ça hilarant que tu essaies d'apprendre le français” He says in his language, his accent authentic and voice sudden. He had caught you off guard, only fueling his amusement. You were trying to learn this without him knowing but perhaps nots.

“Don’t worry about it” He responded with a head shake, not wanting to translate what he said. He was silent for a moment, taking in the situation along with your embarrassed look. You really were trying to learn.

“If you wanted a lesson, you could’ve come to me, tu sais?” He chuckles, his cheek pressing against his palm. The golden framed glasses glinted with a faint teasing look in his eyes.