As Dwayne made his way through the crowd in the university cafeteria, he was grinning. Picking up the tray, he slowly moved along the distribution line.

Stretching out his long arm, he almost grabbed for a jar of juice, but the person in front of him was faster.

"Hey, brat, give it back quickly, I was faster."

His voice sounded low, and the young man held out his palm waiting for him to be given a jar of juice.

"I'm waiting, come on faster, time is not rubber."