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Guy | Girl

"I think we should come to a truce." She declared as soon as the rumbling snores of Mr Sour-face filled the room, like starting a shuttering engine that just gets louder and louder.

He lifted an eyebrow from where he was playing Clash Royale (not so) discreetly under the desk. "A truce?"

"Yeah, I mean we're all civilized people here, even if we do find sick pleasure in blowing up turrets and killing goblins."

"Don't insult Clash Royale, it's a game of intelligence and tactical fighting."

She ignored him, rolling her eyes at his frantic tapping, his enemy seconds away from destroying his turret. "Even if we don't hold the same opinions, maybe we can still agree on some things, find common ground."

He set his phone down harshly, frustrated at losing yet another game, and turned his attention to the raven-haired girl. "Yeah? You think so."

"Yeah." She nodded in agreement. "I think we have a lot to learn from each other."

She stuck out her hand and shook his firmly. She rolled her eyes when his mouth opened to call her an old fashioned forty-year-old stuck in a teen's body.

"I hope our relationship only gets better from here."