Maybe he was not the most observant student in the history of Raft, but even Diego could detect a hint of displeasure in Kat’s tone as they discovered that they each went to the same school.  Puzzled for a second, Diego had to wonder why that would bother her.  It wasn’t like Raft was THAT exclusive.  It wasn’t like MIT or Harvard or anything.  Maybe that was it? Someone who likely went to private schools their whole life never planned to be around normal people.  Shrugging it off mentally, something he figured he might need to get used to doing, Diego decided it was not something to get sore over.<br/><br/>Instead, he looked over at the girl seated in his passenger seat as he drove through traffic towards the mall.  “Well, yeah.  You don’t drink orange juice?  I mean, I mostly drink water, but I’m not against it.” He replied, thinking it was the weirdest thing ever.  Was there something wrong with orange juice?  How out of touch was he?!<br/><br/>Glancing between Kat and the road (and her cleavage when he could get away with it) Diego grinned as she proposed the guessing game.  “Oh, that is an easy one.”  Diego replied, even though it was probably anything but.  Watching the road he accelerated them around a few slower cars, not one for taking his time once he had a destination in mind.  “Definitely a business major.  I could one hundred percent see you rocking a power suit and commanding some boardroom.  Am I right?” He asked with a grin.