I am overwhelmed by the savory aroma of an Indian curry. An assault of cumin, a slight waft of turmeric, and-- subtle in the background-- caramelized onions. Delicious! But also, who cooks in the elevator?
Very nice. From Canada, yes. I would like to invite you to lunch with Miss Lee and Miss Kim, and our members.
And while not everyone that applies can be Eduardo Tengan, we do want students that have a reasonable mathematical background
"Like when that weird lady you wife had been talking to you ambushed you with a conversation that she concluded with her helpful opinion that eight times a year was way too frequent for a monthly seminar?"
Maybe it is translation, but Koreans often tell you that you must do something. And maybe it is translation, but Canadians don't like being told what to do.
"Well..." his defeated expression fades the tiniest bit. "Maybe it would be okay if you yelled."
My teeth clench, readying for violence. I see that Lisa's hands have fisted up-- thumb wrapped around the fingers, like I taught her, not tucked inside them.