Bar.
After making a bet with the fiercely competitive Monica, Adam hung around for a while longer before decisively taking off.
You couldn't get fat in one bite.
Those scenes in movies and TV shows weren't continuous either. More often than not, the intervals were measured in weeks, months, or years.
Adam hadn't expected to become friends with Monica and the others the moment they met. Columbia University wasn't far from here, and he had plenty of time. Being overly proactive could sometimes backfire.
Columbia University.
Student dormitory building.
Room 110.
Ted and Marshall each held a game controller, furiously button-mashing as they chatted.
Marshall leaned to one side and drawled flirtatiously, "Bro, a little black-haired wildcat passed by here this morning. I've got a great chance with her~"
"Awesome."
Ted glanced at Marshall and nodded in admiration.
"Right?"
Marshall grinned smugly.
"But not as awesome as Adam next door."
Ted casually said, "Did you see his date at the welcome party? Now that was a perfect woman! And did you know? Adam only got back this morning. That's what I call truly awesome! I really want to learn a few moves from him."
"You've got me interested now."
Thinking back to Nora from last night, Marshall suddenly found the little black-haired wildcat who had passed by that morning far less appealing.
"Bro, you don't need to, do you?"
Ted laughed. "Don't you have your little black-haired wildcat?"
"Come on."
Marshall curled his lip. "This is just my first little test run in college. You don't think I fell in love with a little black-haired wildcat just because of that and won't look for any other women for the rest of my life, do you? We're just having fun!"
"That's true."
Ted thought about it and laughed too.
Meeting the