"Hi." Dolemeck felt a bit nervous. He had butterflies in his stomach as he looked up at Ilya. The other student made him smile, in a way that could look silly or goofy to some. He offered Ilya a sandwich he made. "I made what Americans call a "BLT". IT is a sandwich with bacon, lettuce, and tomato. I hear they are quite good."

He gave a small laugh, taking out some milk cartons for them to drink, and some blueberry yogurt cups for desert. He was thoughtful, even remembering Ilya's favorite fruit.

"So... umm... " Now the butterflies returned. "The other day, you said you wished to know everything about me. What would you like to know, Ilya?"