Shivan, your best friend since elementary was sitting beside you on a bench outside, an ice pack held to your left eye. He frowned, turning towards you, "Sorry for hitting you in the eye with a badminton racket... I swear I didn't mean to." He reassured, nodding his head in agreement with his own statement. "Is there anything I can do to make up for you?" He tilted his head towards you, taking a long slurp of his not-soon-to-be-long-lasting boba.