That's his intent." Don't worry, I'll tell her, but she won't have any trouble with him, I watched his first fight, He's big and strong, but slow and ...out of shape. He starts out slowly; almost waiting for his opponent to throw the first punch. He's a football player not a fighter. I'm more concerned with the finals; I think that you're good enough to win your next two bouts, which would mean that you would face each other in the championship bout. I know you're good, but a good puncher usually. "I just wish he'd been better looking," she lied, rising to fetch herself another beer."Oh, don't give me that," Anna said, smiling. "I saw him coming to the door. He was cut like a Greek god and he had the kind of big brown eyes I would kill for." Well, all he knew how to talk about was football and Star Trek," Michelle said, bending to reach the cold compartment of the liquor cabinet. "Only old Star Trek, too, not the good one with that hottie Picard."Anna laughed out loud. "I really am. Being active in local politics, I even had my own office in the college. I had special permission from the management to have guests during class hours.The office was given to me by the management itself after I helped them with an issue that they had been unable to get rid of. My office was next to our department. It was basically an empty classroom which was converted into a jugadu office by me and my friends.My visitors would wait there when I attended the classes and in cases of emergency,. Taking a deep breath, I shouldered my bag and walked to where she was standing. Making a grand gesture with one hand for me to enter the cab first, I slid across the backseat and sat with my knees together and my bag in my lap, arms wrapped around it like a shield. Isis followed, shut the door, and the crabby cabby pulled into traffic. The car was filled with a super awkward silence, but luckily the ride didn’t last long. Eight minutes later, I shouldered my bag and got out of the cab while.