Part 2: Football or foosball?

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Beth's POV
The other day Emily and I were talking (as usual) we heard that somebody was playing the guitar. We got into the room and we saw "that guy" was the one playing. When he saw us he stopped. Since we were shy we didn't know how to ask his name and about him ( we were also the worst liars too). So we said that we're having an interview and we would like to know his name, age and whether he preferred football or basketball. He answered
- My name is Logan, I'm 17 and I prefer football.
Well that was it, we said bye and got out of the room faster than lightning. Then I thought of something
- Emily remember how he said that he likes football? Well if he likes real football then maybe he also likes foosball( luckily we were good at foosball, some people called us foosball queens).
- Your right! But how do we go in there the second time and ask him to play foosball with us?
- Don't worry I'll do the talking.
We got into the room (he was playing the guitar again). We asked if he would like to play foosball with us and he agreed. The saddest part was that he wasn't very good at it. We played for a little moment and then he went home.

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