Grinning mostly to himself, Diego was pretty proud of himself for guessing Kat’s major on the first try.  “Well, I don’t know if it was<i>that</i>obvious…” He replied, although the more he thought about it, what else would he have picked.  It’s not like Raft had majors for ‘Modelling’ or ‘Socialite’, right?  “And no, there is no vodka in my orange juice.” He chuckled, shaking his head.  “At least not in the morning.  Well, not ever really.  I mean, a screwdriver is not really my thing.”  Stumbling a bit over the ‘screw’ part in ‘screwdriver’, he was really a smooth operator, Diego forged ahead.  “I am surprised you didn’t say champagne in your OJ.”<br/><br/>Turning onto the mall entrance road, Diego shook his head.  “Nope, both wrong.  Mechanical Engineering, actually.  Although I debate continuing with it every semester that my classes get harder.”  Diego laughed.  “My dad would never let me drop though.  He works in construction, and the thought of me designing that stuff he builds makes it a lot easier when the tuition bills show up.”<br/><br/>Pulling around the light midday traffic around the mall, Diego merged them into the access road that circled the giant shopping center.  “Alright, what stores were you thinking of hitting?  Do you want me to drop you off at the door, or just find somewhere close to park?” He asked, glancing down at her sandals and wondering if they were something comfortable to walk in, or just for show.