"Let's start with how much you know." Erick says.
We're sitting in his kitchen, and he's currently tutoring me in spanish.
"You mean Hola?" I ask sarcastically.
Erick gives me a deadpanned look.
"Why do you make people think you know less than what you actually know?" He asks.
I look at him, stunned.
It's like he has me all figured out.
And I don't like it.
"Here's what we'll start with, I'll give you a test on everything we learnt in school so far and if you get even fifty percent of the questions right, all you have to do is answer a simple question honestly." He says.
I cock an eyebrow.
"And if I don't?" I ask.
"Then you get to ask me a question. Anything." He says simply.
I smile, liking the sound of that.
I'm confident I won't do well in this quiz anyway, so I say, "You've got yourself a deal, then Mr. Diaz."
He grins.
"First question: translate this sentence: I drink coffee everyday for breakfast." He says.
"Easy. Bebo café todos los días para el desayuno." I say with ease and confidence.
Erick seems impressed.
I smirk.
"Next one: I drive a car to school everyday." He says. "Translate that."
"Conduzco un coche a la escuela todos los días." I say, struggling with the pronunciation a bit.
"Not bad." He says. "Now tell me, if I ask where the closest restaurant is, what would be your reply in spanish?"
"Siga recto y luego gire a la izquierda" I say, translating 'Go straight then turn left.'
"Perfecto." He says.
I smile proudly.
Guess I'm not as bad as I thought.
"What's the opposite of left?"
"Right." I say smartly.
Erick rolls his eyes but I notice the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
"Smart ass. In spanish." He says.
"Deresha?" I ask, unsure.
He shakes his head.
"It's pronounced Derecha." He says.
"Derecha." I echo, trying out the word on my own tongue.
"There you go." He says encouragingly.
"How many more questions?" I ask.
"Dos más." He says.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"Two more." He says with a sigh.
"Let's say you and I are having a conversation and I ask you whether you want tea or coffee, what would be your reply?" He asks.
"Un Cafe, con leche, por favor." I reply fluently.
A coffee with milk please.
"Good. Now, reply to this, ¿Le agrado?" He says.
Do you like me?
"Si, me gustas." I say, not meeting his eye.
Yes, I like you.
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Trusting You
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