Geraldine Blake, exchange student from the UK

You yawn as you get off the plane from London. The in-flight movie was rubbish, instead of keeping you awake it had made you sleepy. You hoped it didn't show too much on your face. You were eager to get things started with your host family. You used a nearby window to check your appearance. As far as you can tell your eyes didn't have rings under them. You allowed yourself a brief moment to admire how your dark skin matched nicely with the clothes you had picked out, dress nicely hugging your curves. You took a moment to mess with your natural curly locks, making sure it was just the way you liked it. You quickly get out your phone and send a text.

To Candy: Oi, you trollop. I just touched down.

You had met Candy Lutz on a forum debating sexual freedom and had really hit off. Turns out the two of you were quite alike, and soon found yourselves having casual chats all the time. With a little finagling the two of you had come up with a plan to get you to spend some "study time" overseas, which honestly it was just an excuse for the two of you to finally spend time together in person. You heard your phone indicate a reply.

Candy: Geri! I am so sorry! I tried to get through earlier, but there was bad reception. I can't make it to pick you up, but don't worry! My brother said he'd have no problem getting you.

You text back: Everything okay?

Candy: Flat tire. Waiting on a tow truck, but I don't want you to have to sit around there, so I sent my brother on ahead.

Geri: I can't help but notice you haven't indicated which one.

Candy had told you all about her twin brothers, and how even their mother had issues telling them apart.

Candy: I figured I might as well let you get used to figuring out who's who early on. :)

Even without the smiley face she could easily imagine the American girl's amusement.

Geri: Fine, but you owe me. Perhaps one of those clubs you keep telling me about.

Candy: Girl, I promise to make your entire experience here one to remember. Gotta go, I think the tow guy's here. Later!

You shook your head, muttering "brilliant" in a deadpan tone that indicated you were anything but pleased. Well, if you were fortunate it wouldn't take too long until-

"Geraldine?" You heard your name called.

You turned to see a very handsome young man holding a sign with your name on it.

"Blimey," you say quietly to yourself in admiration. This day was looking up.