Ayesha just laughed a bit. “Come on, you’re not THAT full of yourself. I think you mean egotistical. That’s what you meant, I presume.”
“Yes, that’s what I meant.” I snapped my fingers while replying. “English can be so tricky. If only you knew French, no offense.”
“None taken.” Ayesha said. “I haven’t studied many languages and I wouldn’t consider myself fluent in anything besides English.”
“Well, your English is better and smarter than most people I’ve met.”
“Okay, enough flattery.” Ayesha stopped me.
I never thought I’d see the day where Ayesha and I wouldn’t bicker or avoid each other. Maybe we have an understanding.
This was certainly a change from back home.
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