Amaya listened and nodded. She could feel his hesitation to go into further detail. She wouldn't pry. Whatever he decided not to tell was his business alone. Though Amaya would've been lying if she denied her curiosity. "No wonder your Japanese isn't more ... westernized," she said. Her lips tugged up in a smile. "I've met some before, foreigners. Their accents are very obvious. Other than pausing here and there, you're doing just fine! If you need me to slow down - talking wise - just let me know. I'd be doing much worse if I were in your shoes. Speaking English that is."

She pursed her lips. "I ... learned a little," she said in English before looking down in embarrassment. She switched back to her native tongue. "Pretty bad, right?"

Before Amaya could say anymore, she heard footsteps approach her as she looked up. Her eyes widened as she saw the girl from earlier raise her fist. She steeled for a punch she wasn't sure why she deserved. All she tried to do was be nice. She flinched slightly when the fist turned into a palm and slammed into her desk. 

"WHAT?"

Relieved that she wasn't hit, Amaya recomposed herself though her mind was alight with inner chatter. Oh how lost a normal person would've been. "You ... looked lonely with no one to talk to," she said. "I'm Hayashi Amaya. You can call me Amaya, if you'd like. It's ... nice to meet you."