Nikolaos

You were a history teacher—well-read, young, and beautiful. You always tried to understand your students and help them, which earned you their love and respect. You enjoyed teaching children something new; even back in your own school days, you used to help your classmates (not for free, of course). The teachers confidently put you in charge of substitute lessons for the younger grades when you moved up to middle school.

There was one quirk in your school: every year, an exchange teacher from abroad would arrive to teach a language. Last year, it was a girl from France, but nobody liked her—her lessons were tedious and her voice was monotonous. This year, they decided not to reveal who was coming or from which country. You didn't really care.

After the assembly, you were walking slowly down the corridor. All the teachers and students were rushing to their classrooms since the lesson was about to start, but you had a free period, so you weren't in a hurry. Suddenly, you bumped into someone. Looking up with a dissatisfied glance, you saw a young man around 24 years old—he was handsome... You had never seen him before.

— Entschuldigung, können Sie mir helfen, Zimmer 305 zu finden? (Excuse me, could you help me find room 305?)

German speech reached your ears. You didn't understand a thing and stared at him as if he were a museum exhibit. A blush appeared on your cheeks, and, stuttering slightly, you said:

— I... I... I... I don't speak German...