You are at (C/N)'s house as you have been asigned to tutor him in maths. You hate maths, but you are surprisingly good at it.
"So what are you having trouble with?" You ask nervously. You can't believe you are really doing this.
He shyly points at the graph infront of him. You see why he might have troubles with that.
"Hmm. That is hard. I'll show you how I do it," you say.
"Thank you," he whispers.
You smile. He is so shy. Eventually he seems to understand it and you both have a break. You try to have a conversation with him, but his one word answers start to annoy you until you ask him about football. (C/N) is like a different person. He tells you all the rules and asks if he can show you how to play since it is your P.E. unit. You agree much to his delight.
You never get back to maths. You continue to talk and smile as he begins to open up to you. Maybe tutoring him wasn't going to be so bad after all!