Camille panicked. This was a classic B2 production orale task. Her brain scrambled to find the right vocabulary. Connecteurs logiques. Subjonctif. Expressing nuance. She had studied them, but using them in a real conversation was terrifying.
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. Alter Ego 4. Livre d'eleve
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. Camille panicked
"Alors, tu es d'accord avec l'auteur ou pas?" a voice asked. Connecteurs logiques
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.