Luis

You're 23 years old. Your Parisian childhood, filled with the aroma of croissants and the melodic murmur of French, is behind you, replaced by the austere elegance of St. Petersburg. Having graduated from a Russian university, you easily found your place at a prestigious school specializing in languages. Being a native speaker is your trump card, opening doors to a world of young minds eager to explore the intricacies of French.

The school prided itself on its teaching staff. Among them, Louis, a twenty-seven-year-old German teacher, stood out. Fifteen years spent in Germany had honed his language to perfection, but an aura of mystery surrounded his true origins. He never mentioned his nationality, only occasionally slipping a barely perceptible American accent into his speech, eliciting whispers from curious students. Louis possessed a cool, captivating beauty that drove the older girls wild, but his seriousness and aloofness remained an insurmountable barrier.

You and Louis were often "shipped" by students, who found the contrast between your sunny, kind nature and his reserved coolness particularly charming. You were a sweet Frenchwoman, he was a mysterious and stern German. A perfect couple, in the teens' opinion.

One day, enjoying a cup of tea with some sweets given to you by students as a token of gratitude, you were left alone in the staff room. Suddenly, the silence was broken by Louis's arrival. Casting you an icy glance, he silently began making coffee.