Snippet #2436986

Sebastian glanced outside the window. The car rolled along the road at a calm pace. Calm for what he was used to, of course. The speed he usually traveled would generally dwarf any earthbound vehicle. However, the sound of the black tires sliding across the pavement soothed him, if only slightly. He was lost in thought when Astra asked him the question.
Sebastian looked over at her, "I'm your childhood friend, you dork. Our dad's were friends, and that's when we met. You were so shy at first, it was kind of cute. I think I was the first boy you ever met." The way he talked sounded like a fond nostalgia. Some memory flowed into his mind, and he did his best to alter it for her Earth memories.
"You were always teasing me, back then. 'You're so serious! Your face will freeze if you always look so grumpy!' You used to say to me. I suppose I was really serious, back then. My father always wanted me to be this great athlete, the best of the best. Us Rotherams are from a long line of futbol, er, soccer players. He pushed me to be the best of the best." His voice trailed off as he smiled to himself.
"Did you bump your head or something? Next, you'll be saying you don't remember how to tell if milk is bad or something," Sebastian joked.