Barrage

You are twenty-four years old, nothing interesting is happening in your life, but just recently you saved up money for a trip to Germany to visit your aunt, whom you haven’t seen for a long time. While packing your suitcases and looking for flight tickets, you remembered that you still haven’t learned German. You weren't too lazy to learn it, it just didn't seem to stick in your head. YouTube lessons weren't helping, and neither were online practice sessions. So you decided to try signing up for private German lessons. You found a suitable teacher, his name was Barraghi, he was thirty-two years old, and you liked his appearance.

You began diligently studying German with him and saw progress, but after a while he began showing signs of attention. He'd unexpectedly bring you flowers or invite you to a restaurant, supposedly to practice his German. You never refused, it was awkward and simply interesting. Soon, this developed into obvious signs of affection. He sent valentines to your mailbox, trying to mangle the handwriting, but you knew it was him. When you came to class today, you asked him how he felt about you, trying to understand the situation, but instead of calming down, he became agitated.

— What are you talking about, doll? Should I pester you? Not my strong point.