That's why I'm still taking it, because I want to be really good at it.
At least once you know some of the language, it's easier because English derives from it. The same goes for German. Now Czech, however. That was daunting because it's SO different to German even though it's just across the border.
Asher's smile became a lot happier now. More sincere. She had that effect on him. He had kissed her back while it had lasted and then said, "I love you, too, Lucy. So much, words just can't describe it." And then, he felt a little bit nervous as the left the apartment, descending the stairs and making their way to the cab. But what mattered at that moment in time was not what could potentially happen, but all that had happened, and his feelings for her.
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The decision had been reached. Asher had fought his corner as best as he was able-- he had fire in his belly then, and his normally quiet state when in public disappeared for the time in which he was asked to place his points. He stood before the group of men who were to reveal his fate, his hand tightly gripping Lucy's.
The man in the middle spoke up. "Mr. Scott, we understand that you don't want to leave-- nobody does. But the truth is, people who aren't nearly as fit and healthy as you are helping with the effort. We've decided that we can see that you believe very passionately that you don't want to fight. Fine.." That was a sign of relief, at least. The man looked at a piece of paper before him. "I see you're an artist. Good with your hands. I'm sure either the engineers or the caterers would find you a valuable addition. You'll be given one or the other, whichever your regiment commander decides needs you more. So, in short, you're leaving for Vietnam today, but you certainly won't be fighting."