“Damn, man, aren’t you afraid to turn your back on her?”, Jake asked, worried for Simon. “I mean…dude, she blew up my painting!”, he exclaimed, “Used a fuckin’ exploding spell…knocked me on my ass!” He grinned, “Don’t tell her, but she actually did me a favor, cause that painting wasn’t coming out so great anyway.”

Jake shook his head, “Strange, man. I just don’t get it.”

Finger-combing his hair out of his eyes and leaning forward, Jake grinned and leaned forward, “So, what about the other chicks in school? Don’t tell me they all slap you?” He cracked his knuckles, “Believe me, I know there are plenty of friendly girls here at CCI!” He followed his last comment with a knowing wink.