Who: Carter & Sasha What: Spanish lessons When: Friday, January 21st, after school Where: Outside school then Carter's house Rating: Low Status: In Progress
On the way home from school Carter and Sasha hadn't really deviated from school talk, classes, teachers, the usual. He had barely mentioned the Spanish lessons, but they both knew that was why she was coming over. He was half excited, half nervous of messing up so badly she'd give up on leave and he's never be suave like Antonio Banderes! But he was going to learn how to tango...he had to learn Spanish...he just had to. He had to have that latin flare or it wouldn't work at all and he'd look foolish.
Carter kicked a pebble and it skipped out in front of them to the front gate of his house. He opened it for Sasha letting her go first, he had learned that some girls like chivalry like that, others didn't. He assummed Sasha was the kind of girl who did. He repeated the action when he unlocked his front door.
"Grandma! I'm home!" He heard no response and turned to Sasha with a shrug, "Guess she's not home. Come on lets go to the living room, probably the best place." He motioned with his head and made his way into the living room dropping his bad on one of the armchair and fell back into one of the couches. Carter glanced at Sasha, "So Senorita Santa Cruz...shall we start with lesson numero uno."