(Malory)
“Right on time,” I say, smirking.
Adrien is sitting on the leather couch in the cafe when I arrive –it’s Sunday evening.
“Punctuality is important,” says his know-it-all self.
I sit beside him and rest my bag down. “I’m just gonna go get myself a drink before we start, okay?”
“Sure,” he replies, taking out his notebook.
I get into the line.
Today, Adrien and I will be assessing what topics he’s having trouble understanding in a couple of subjects at school. This will help me to plan where our sessions go, moving forward.
He first requested help in French, and I think that’s the easiest thing to start with –it’s easy for me at least.
By the way, I’m not dense at all.
I know that Adrien’s motives for these sessions are more than just to get better at his school work. He clearly has a ‘thing’ for me.
I’m not encouraging it. I just have a really high level of tolerance for these things. I know how to have patience with different kinds of people.