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After getting far enough away from the crowd, catching an amusing sight of Kasuka storming away in the other direction, Tristan finally found a good area where he and Keiko could talk. Coach-to-student. Coach. He really liked how that sounded. It made him feel important, like whatever he said would make an actual impact on this girl; which was new since most of the girls he hung around only talked to him for his looks and never actually listened to what he said. Keiko was an actual intellectual, if not a little misguided, and he had to admit she was growing on him.

Oh. Wait. No, that's not what I meant, Tristan thought to himself, shaking his head. "So, Keiko, I wanna know what you think about the guys you talk to. Who do you like? Who do you think you like? And why do you like them?" He grinned and sat down on the bench, motioning for her to join him as he leaned back and awaited her answer. He was kind of opting for her to say something about Hayato, but he didn't really care. He could work with anyone so long as it wasn't that prick Kasuka.