"...So you're still in school? Would you mind telling us which school you attend?" Big Beard talent scout Bob asked after taking a bite of his taco.
"I can't do that." Spider-Man refused from across the table. "If my teachers, classmates, or parents found out I was doing this in my spare time, I'd never be allowed out of the house again."
"Looks like your family is pretty strict. When I was in high school, I'd go to parties every day and stay out all night, and my family never cared." Bob chuckled, then asked, "Although I know this is a bit of a mood killer, how are your grades? Which university are you planning to attend?"
"Oh, that? My grades are pretty good. Several PhDs and professors are willing to write me recommendation letters, but I don't want to go too far from home. I think New York University or Columbia University would be good..."
Bob's eyes widened. There was an easy confidence in Spider-Man's tone, but New York University and Columbia University were both excellent schools. Somewhat surprised, he said, "Then your grades really must be outstanding."
"Actually, the mentor at the lab where I'm interning wants to introduce me to Harvard. This winter, I might follow him to continue working at Harvard's lab. Of course, I might also go to Los Angeles instead. That depends on how our experiment progresses..."
Peter then talked about his life in the lab, but Bob knew that probably wasn't what the audience wanted to hear. So, somewhat gossipy, he asked, "So, do you have a girlfriend?"
Even through the mask, Bob could see the shyness on Spider-Man's face. Peter nodded and said, "Actually, I was just on my way to see her. Good thing I left early, or I'd have been