Camille looked up. Sitting across from her was a young man with a messenger bag and a sharp, inquisitive look. He looked exactly like one of the stock photo models from the textbook's listening exercises. In his hand, he held a cup of espresso. "Pardon?" Camille stammered, her heart racing.
The heavy, glossy cover of Alter Ego 4: Livre de l'élève stared back at Camille from her desk. Reaching the B2 level was supposed to be a triumph, but tonight, the book felt more like a physical barrier between her and her dream of moving to Lyon. Alter Ego 4. Livre d'eleve
Camille blinked. She was no longer in her room. She was sitting at a tiny, round metal table on the terrace of a bustling café in Lyon. Camille looked up
Every time she faltered, characters straight out of the textbook stepped in to guide her, pushing her to use richer vocabulary, correct her verb tenses, and defend her arguments. She wasn't just memorizing rules anymore; she was living them. Suddenly, a loud, sharp beep pierced the air. In his hand, he held a cup of espresso