“I’m not gonna talk to him, Becca, you know how I get- I’m way too anxious to even go up to him.”

Maverick huffs, leaning back against the bleachers and fiddling with his Shadow keychain, crossing and uncrossing his legs.

“I’m not talking to him. Not right now, atleast-“

He pauses as he notices you slide in next to him, pushing your backpacks together.

“Oh. Uhm.. hey, man. Nice keychain.”

Mav swallows dryly, gesturing towards his Sonic keychain.