**LIAM POV**
The business lecture glided by slowly. Very slowly. Slower than my engineering classes.
Those two in the front are still chatting. Well, the one on the right is, the other fell asleep about half way through the lecture. Now, all is well - I'll go up to them as soon as that hag leaves the room in all her rush.
"What a wonderful engineering lecture, furthers our understanding a lot, supply and demand, definitely gonna have to worry about that in aerospace. Now, can we leave, Liam?" Ben exasperatedly asks, sat to my left.
"Nahh, Liam spent that lecture studying something else apparently." the guy to the right asks. Why does he even shove into our stuff anyways? Eh, it's fine. The lecture's over, and those two at the front are about to leave.
"I'm gonna go talk with those two at the front." I state.
"Shocking." - why are they in sync?
**ARYA POV**
"Hey, my name is Liam, what's your two's names?"
Why is this troll looking middle aged guy talking to us - do we look that old? No, surely not, we both look quite young so it clearly must be something up with-
"Hi, I'm Rehya! This is Arya. So you're doing business?"
"Well, I do engineering, but business is interesting so I sit in the lectures from time to time."
"Oh, cool, I'm in Computer Science, but just for fun. Arya here is an open major so far. Are you new too or..?"
"I'm 22, third year."
"He looks 32." I quitely whisper to Rehya.
"You can't say that!" Rehya blurts, as I clasp at her mouth to shut her up.
Liam here looks like he wants to dig his own grave and starve himself in it - "well, it was nice to meet you two. Can I get your numbers? Rehya, and uh.."
"What would you need our numbers for?" I cut in, evidently - from his face - irking him.
"Well, maybe we could grab lunch sometime or something, or I could show you guys the bar nearby, you know." Liam says, smile turning more excruciating with each passing silent second.
"I appreciate your confidence. Truly." Rehya smiles - eyes gleaming derisively.
"So, uh, should I give you my number or do you wanna give me yours?"
"Oh, I don't appreciate it that much. Let's go Arya!"
I let Rehya drag me by the arm out of the tiny hall, looking back at him. No way that guy is 22.