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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.

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. Alter Ego 4. Livre d'eleve

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