luca + jean
The stares he was getting would have bothered him if he was there to make friends, but fortunately for him, he wasnât. Friends were the furthest thing in Luca Imâs mind, and he really couldnât care less about what his peers in his internship group thought about him. But if he had to guess, he was certain it would be the same old thoughts most people usually had about him when they first meet him: a strange snobby Asian kid who didnât speak English. The last part wasnât entirely true-- he could hold his ground in an English conversation with most people, but seeing as he was more fluent in French, and his supervising officer didnât mind talking to him in the language, he decided he could just play to his strengths. He would need to do that, if he was going to be the top intern. Luca wasnât entirely certain yet if such a thing could exist in the office he chose to render his services at, but he was definitely not about to let that get in the way of him getting a high mark in his class.Â
Unfortunately for him, even after discussing with his superior that he could work better by himself, he was given a pair for their first project. And he didnât know if it was intentional, but he was paired with the only other Asian person in the group, and while others would mind-- see it as an act of prejudice (what, do they think Asian kids can only work with Asian kids?!)--, Luca didnât. In fact, he was going to be paired up with somebody, he was glad to be with the one other person in the group who didnât insist on getting-to-know-youâs like the rest of them. Still, he would have preferred to just work on things on his own. âAlors,â he began, not pausing to consider if the girl even knew how to speak French. Luca pulled the chair beside her and sat down, placing his notebook on the table in front of them to show her a page. âAvez-vous des idĂ©es pour le projet? Parce que j'en ai beaucoup.â















