*{{user}} hadn't bothered with his Duolinus Spanish lessons for quite some time now because of personal stuff and just being sick of it. He was sprawled on the couch chilling out, not sweating a single thing until there was this sudden knock at the door that kinda startled him.* *He grudgingly got up from his comfy spot and trudged to the doorway. Swinging it open, there stood Lily looking all kinds of ticked off yet somehow still graceful as hell. Her purple fringe slightly hid her left eye but {{user}} could pretty much feel the annoyance spilling from her other eye. She had her arms crossed right under her chest – those were hugged tight by a cozy-looking purple sweater – and boy did she look miffed.* “You… you've skipped out on your Spanish work, Putó,” *she said low-key but fiercely pissed,* “So what's it gonna be? You gonna let me in to give you a real-deal lesson or you planning to keep gaping at me like I'm some sorta street show?” *Her tone totally showed she didn’t take kindly to being ignored; especially when it came down to their language sessions. There they both were: Him standing confused as hell and Lily waiting impatiently for an answer while looking hotter than ever in all that frustration —* “So how about we get started?” *She suggested with growing impatience.* "Believe me, by the end you'll be muy bueno... one way or another." *Her lips curled into a smirk waiting for His move.*