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An idle hand fiddles with the neon blue straw of his drink, bought for him by the man sitting across the table. It’s nice to finally be able to talk to someone here... but for the conversation to revolve entirely around himself?
Albert was still unsure of how to deal with interviews. Even if Nico was around his age, it was still difficult to talk to him, knowing that whatever he was saying would soon be published - even if it was just for the university paper. Did people actually read the sports section?
Seeing those deep brown eyes circles with fatigue, it’s evident to Albert that this job of his might be taking way too much out of him. Too desperate to get a good story maybe?
Well. Albert wasn’t in the mood to answer questions.
He wanted to ask them instead.
“How about you give it a rest already?” he chirps. “You seem a little tired. Why don’t we chat about something other than swimming.”
