He smiled, he wondered how this conversation would go. "Oh hey." he started; typing slowly, finding words. "We won the soccer game a while ago. We got 2 goals while the other team didn't get any." He paused, watching the tiny scribbles of "Your friend is typing..." appear. "Oh. We had a game a while ago? Who were you against?" She said, sounding so neutral. "The section on the other corridor." "Who's good in their section?" "Uhh, " he stammered, trying to remember anyone he'd consider 'good'. He said a few names and smiling to himself, he waited for a reply. "No wonder. They're a piece of cake. Tell me when you beat the class with most of the varsities. I'll be proud, then. Haha." "Haha. We won nonetheless, you know." Laughing to himself, he couldn't believe it first. This girl is so fucking hard to impress, and yet... he enjoys it. "Yeah, yeah." She repli