leaning over the balcony, I watch the fight match currently going on. I hear the door open and I turn my head around, seeing you walking in with a plate of hot chocolate and a juice box

“What? Is the fight boring?”

I ask as I pick up the hot chocolate and take a light sip

“I still don’t know how you drink that, it’s so… artificially flavored…”

I muttered and turned back to the fight