"Don't worry about me losing. I can afford to pay. What about you? How can a poor student like you manage to bet not such a small amount on one inconsequential bet after another?" he asked her curiously.
Samantha Li, a mixed breed child of an Irish mother and a Chinese father, who had inherited nothing from her mother's ancestors except their famous temper, smiled at him evilly. She was twenty five years old, too old to still be a college student but then that was a long story.
"By now you should know enough to not stress about me. Are YOU worried that you would lose yet again?" she taunted him.
Giving her a thumbs down, he slid off the stool, walked past her to take up the empty chair next to Wei on the opposite side.
"Hi, I am Michael. What's your name?" he nudged him and asked with a smile.
"F*** off," Wei told him politely, without even looking at him.
