“So, you prepared for your [Statistics] test tomorrow?” he asked me.
“Well, sort of,” I replied.
“Going to be the top student?”
That was a most unexpected question. This semester has been, in the words of another friend, my sabbatical. “Nah,” I said, “I know who my competition is.”
I forgot what he said next, but it was along the lines of, “so they studied hard?”
“The competition is my neighbour lar,” I said.
He looked at me, gave me a knowing look, and smiled.
I smiled back. He understood.