Nathan was frustrated with his French grade. Even though he had studied hard, he only got a 6 out of 10 on his last test. That wasn't enough.
This made him unable to leave his seat even when it was time for break. He had to make up for his shortcomings.
Zane realized this. That afternoon, he approached Nathan when all the students had left the classroom.
"You'll die before you pass the test," he said, handing him a lunch box.
Nathan stared at the box and sighed. "Thanks, Zane. I feel like giving up." He rested his head on the keyboard. His hand, which was holding a book, swayed at the edge of the table.
Zane pulled up a chair and stared at the monitor screen.
"... Do you want to study with me?"
Nathan looked up. "With you?"
Zane looked hesitant. "Well, I have a tutor at home. He comes three times a week. I can talk to him about this, about accepting you."
Nathan was silent, staring at Zane. "You have a tutor?"
