So, Peter's power was just as it appears. She already knew that. She was simply trying to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. No easy feat when one of them had severe social anxiety and the other had English as a second language. Suddenly she had an idea. She replayed her own memories in her head, pinpointing from Peter's accent not only that he was from Russia, but where in Russia he was from, and then she started speaking fluent Russian, even adding the accent of Peter's hometown.

"I apologize. Would speaking like this be easier for you? At least like this, one of us can have an easy time conversing."

She managed a tiny shy chuckle. Speaking became a lot easier when she shut off the questions, but they were still there despite her attempts to ignore them. 'Are you being to friendly or forward? Are you not being friendly enough? Would the surrounding classmates think anything about you speaking fluent Russian?' She made a stronger effort to drown them out with her mantra of 'This is going well'


The class chose this time to move, hide and get ready to enact the plan. She inwardly cursed. Sometimes the universe had terrible timing. She got up and hid herself under the teacher's directions.