Chapter TenThe brawny dark-haired male student was sitting in the back of Astria's first class in Aarhus. Late, she slid into the seat beside the interesting-looking man and opened her books. The students were breaking into small groups and introducing themselves. The instructor looked at Astria and raised an eyebrow.
“Astria Brin,” she said.
“From?”
“Calgary, Canada. Sorry I'm late. I was lost. I just got in last night.”
“No excuses, Ms. Brin. I expect you to be here in good time for the remainder of the year.”
The interesting student nudged her and winked. Astria flushed.
“Where are you from?” she whispered. “Are you from around here?”
“No, I'm from Vinja, Gottlands Lan, in the middle of Sweden.”
“Oh, a flatlander, we might call you. Like our Saskatchewan?”
“No flatlander in Swe
