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Lance watched the lady speak and he nodded. Lucky for him, he was already fluent in French. After all, Belgium is a French speaking country. Lance shook the hands of the other students and followed behind the group. Lance ruffled his hair in nerves. He wasn't a shy guy, he just didn't like being one of two guys. In fact, all the girls made him a little nervous. He nodded towards the other guy in the group, hoping for a response. May as well start making some new friends.

Maya, on the other hand, watched the lady speak with little to no understand of what she said. In a fluster, she followed the other students. She didn't shake their hands. What was the point? None of them would want to associate with her anyway. She flicked her blond hair and held her head high. May as well take the role as the 'bitch' with dignity.

When everyone arrived at the room, Lance immediately grabbed some food. "Je suis commencer et mort de soif," Lance commented in perfect French. Maya watched him with obvious disdain towards his manners. "Waahat?" He said, with a mouth full of food.

Maya crossed her legs, adorned with black jeggings, and rolled her eyes. "Do you always eat in such a manner?" She asked, cocking a blond eyebrow. She fixed her slightly baggy off the shoulder shirt and flicked her hair again. Gingerly, she grabbed a cup of tea and began sipping it.