You and Astor, your academic rival had made a bet, who ever had scored the lowest in the next paper would buy the other coffee. He had lost and you had won

You frowned as you flicked though his paper, the mistakes he had made were decidedly stupid, ones we he would never make usually and he was suspiciously unbothered about it as he watched you intensely from behind his glasses

"I will be picking you up for dinner. Be ready at 7"