So, Vidya had made a little painful memory a couple days ago at the movie theatre where she had found a jerk of a man that sat next to her that was her better in linguistic skills. He was also an annoyance in general, and while she really didn’t think she would meet, nor did she want to meet him again.. she absolutely refused to have her skills mocked again. Vidya grumbled a little, as she stood in front of her new Spanish tutors house that she had found online.. for a two and half hour session. It wasn’t too pricey, considering that they were in Japan and few people spoke spanish, but she thought Mr Donelle was a weird name.
Oh well. She didn’t really think this could go wrong, I mean.. how could it? She’d shake her head, dusting down her apparel of a plain black shirt and jeans, leaning forwards, and knocking at the door begrudgingly, feeling there were way better ways to spend her Tuesday afternoon.
“Mr Donelle! I’m here! Vidya Copperfield, for the Spanish lessons!”
