Bar.
"Hi."
Monica came back from the restroom and looked up to see a handsome guy beside Chandler. Her lips curved into a smile as she greeted him instinctively.
"Hi."
Adam replied with a smile.
"Hi."
Chandler was lining up his shot with his cue. Seeing this, he chimed in out of habit, dripping with sarcasm, then jabbed at the ball with his cue, nearly knocking it right off the table.
"My turn."
Adam nodded to Monica and walked over with his cue.
Monica moved beside Chandler, patted him, and whispered, "Wow, this guy is really handsome. Thanks."
"Thanks for what? I was saving him for myself."
Chandler's self-deprecation was completely unstoppable.
"Are you serious?"
Monica immediately grew nervous.
"What do you think?!"
Chandler's mouth twitched.
"Haha, you're so funny."
Monica laughed along, then turned away and secretly rolled her eyes, thinking, That was close. I almost let it slip. Chandler probably doesn't want anyone to know either...
When it was Chandler's turn again, Monica stepped forward and held out her hand with a smile. "Hi, I'm Monica, Chandler's friend."
"I'm Adam."
Adam shook Monica's hand.
"So, Adam, I haven't seen you here before?"
Monica asked curiously.
"Mm, I'm a freshman at Columbia University. I just happened to wander in tonight."
Adam casually emphasized it.
He wasn't interested in Monica, so naturally, he didn't want her getting the wrong idea.
"Huh? A Columbia University freshman?!"
Monica's expression changed. She carefully studied Adam's face and wailed inwardly, God, why are You so cruel to me? Why is such a handsome guy so much younger than me?
Westerners matured early, and high school students, college students, and adults often couldn't be distinguished by appearance alone. Young men and women like Monica and her friends, who had already started working, generally didn't date