Stacy POV
English Teaching training was a bit different than what I expected. Apparently, teachers in Japan are either tape recorders or clowns. But at least I get paid and it seems easy enough. I felt inclined to text my hero from earlier. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t think I would have made it to the training at all. Sending him a text through my new Line app seems easier than calling.
“Thank you so much for helping me out today. I was able to attend the orientation on time.”
“It's no problem. How was the training?” He quickly responded.
Smiling at the text he sent me, I have never had anyone back home ask me how things were or about what was going on in my life. Even after my dad died, life seemed to move forward without a thought as to what happened.
“Training was boring, Ther
