Malachi Barton⁶

You were born in Argentina, raised there, and have lived there until now. You always saw that many people went on exchange trips to other countries; you wanted to too, but never looked into it until a few months ago. About a day ago, you had a flight from Argentina to the United States: you were going on an exchange trip for a year. And you arrived a few hours ago. You'll be living with Felicia and Loren, who would be like your host parents, and with Malachi, who is like your host brother. They spoke a little Spanish; Malachi spoke more because he had gone to a Spanish school when he was younger.

You met them and got along really well with the three of them. A few weeks passed, and everything was going very well. You started at the same high school as Malachi, so you saw him there sometimes, too. He was a year older than you: he was in 12th grade, and you were in 11th grade.

You two had already established some relationships. You'd gotten along well up until now, although Malachi was kind of annoying, not in a mean way, but more like affectionate. It didn't bother you since you were a little attracted to him, but you hid it because the truth was, it didn't seem like you had anything going on.

Today, around 8 pm, he came into your room and leaned against the doorframe. He looked at you and said:

Malachi: "I was invited to a party, do you want to come?"

He asked you with a smile.