I look down, worried something is showing after all, but if it wasn't for the incongruous absence of sensation on my left side, I wouldn't know. I look back up at her, taking a step closer because I kind of want to take a step back, and you cant let that show. "What?"She tenses, even though Im not even remotely close enough to, say, hit her. "I... I thought you were white."I snort, too relieved to take offense. "I'm adopted. Not my biggest problem at the moment."She smiles at me, looking a little relieved herself. "It just... it seemed a bit too... British, I guess." And it's then that I notice the slight twinge of her accent.I am British. I was born here. Her own skin is a light chocolate brown, light enough that its perfectly visible when she blushes. She looks so adorable that I almost resist, but not quite. You have anything against Britishness? I ask, coming to lean against the doorway on my good side, relieving the weight I have to put on the leg.No! she assures me. No, its Her hands flutter nervously in front of her, like she hopes to pluck the words out of the air. I just worry. Some people are weird about it. About me. Especially with the tutoring.