Kat snorted when Digeo asked if she didn’t drink orange juice. “I mean, is there vodka in the orange juice?” She questioned, tugging her sunglasses down just a little, so that she could look at her driver. In her hypothetical scenario, the alcohol helped to make the beverage more appealing. Otherwise, what separated it from a kid’s drink?<br/><br/>The guessing game, she realized after the fact, was not her best idea. Thankfully, she hadn’t wagered any money on the question she posed to Diego, because he nailed it on the first try. “Well, I guess that was pretty obvious, wasn’t it?” She asked, mostly rhetorically. “Yeah, the goal is to become the top tier bitch in some corporate office somewhere.” She’d even consider a pantsuit, as long as it didn’t make her look aged.<br/><br/>“And you… Hm.” She stopped to ponder for a moment. Normally, she was a pretty decent judge of character, but it wasn’t like she knew all that much about Diego. “You’re studying something like Communications, right?” She was completely guessing. “That or, like, psychology?” Again, a complete guess. She waited for him to reveal the answer to her and expected him to elaborate, too.