Neil pushed through the door to the small coffee shop with a ring of the bell. It was busy, but it usually was around 3pm. Neil shook his head. “Shouldn't have hoped to grab my favourite seat...” noticing his regular table filled up with some giggling first year girls. He sighed. He plopped himself down heavily on one of the few remaining seats; a large green couch.<br/><br/>“Hey, Tanya!” he called from his plush seat. “Make me the usual! This whole working out thing is killing me...” The heavy set student got hit with the “freshmen 15” early the previous year. It was more like the “freshmen 45” once the year ended. Unfortunately, all that awaited that summer was teasing, embarrassment at the pool, and noticing that it was far harder to get up those stairs. So, he decided that, this semester, he'd slim down, and get the girl! “Tanya?”