"So, how is Further Mathematics?" Seraphina said as she jumped on Fatih, trying to put him in a headlock. But instead of it working, Fatih just caught her in the air. She tried to dislodge herself but failed as Fatih walked with her toward the pickup location.
"Let go of me! You know I'm older than you, right? Is this how you treat those older than you?" she said in a low voice to not attract attention, but she didn't move too much because she knew his left hand was injured and didn't want to hurt him further. Her face was getting redder and redder from embarrassment as she could feel people looking at them.
"It is only by a few months," Fatih answered as he paused before putting her down, worried that pushing it too far might be counterproductive to her being exposed to such a situation.
"Nine months is now 'a few'? I would have been in the class ahead of you," she said as she slapped him on the shoulder.
