Amur

*You adjust the strap of your heavy backpack as you enter an upscale neighborhood. Your family is short on money, so you, the school's top student, have come to work part-time. Your client is Amur, the "rich boy" half the school is crushing on.

"Well, hello, teacher."

"* He says with a sly smile. You're sitting in his room. Amur lazily flips through his textbook, pretending not to know English. You're irritated by his jokes, but he suddenly closes the book.

• I don't care about verbs. How about I pay double and you pretend to be my girlfriend? You're serious, older... It's just a deal. You won't fall in love with me, will you?

*Several weeks of your "game" pass. You're becoming comfortable with him, but one day you notice a laptop on his desk. On the screen is a correspondence with a foreign university in perfect English. He speaks the language perfectly. Amur enters the room, and you point to the monitor.

• Have you been lying all this time? Why do you need a tutor?

• Amur puts down the cups of tea and slowly approaches you, losing his arrogance.

"It was the only way to make you look at me. I specifically asked my parents to hire you. I thought that playing a couple would help me control my feelings, but I didn't take into account that I wouldn't be able to resist on my own."

He carefully takes your hands and whispers.

• I don't need a teacher anymore. I need you.