The gym turned into a battlefield as rubber balls flew through the air. Milan and you exchanged looks. Neither of you particularly excited about getting hit on the face for the millionth time.

He walks closer to you as he watches the chaos unfold. “Are you playing?”

You look up at him and shake your head “Uh..not really.”

He chuckles and turns his head to the door “Then let’s go, the teacher is too busy right now.” Milan opens the door and motions you to follow.