I hit the gas. “I was assigned to be group project partners with a kid I went to high school with.” “Who happens to be the star of the three-hour hockey game you just made me sit through.” “We go to Lincoln. We went to a hockey game.” “Where you proceeded to stare at your ‘group project partner’ for three hours.” She snorts. “He’s the best player on the team. Who else was I supposed to stare at?” “That’s subjective,” she snaps back.
