Ty glanced down at his white sphere, the number "7" clearly marked on its surface, as Kern showed his, marked "10."
Another man, who had just entered the room, looked at his own sphere and remarked with a hint of resignation, "Ah, bummer. Looks like I am 24. Well, I will see you all later."
Kern's frustration was apparent as he brushed a lock of dark black hair from his eyes. "What does that even mean?" he demanded.
The newcomer, who seemed unfazed by the situation, explained, "Obviously these numbers are meant to help break us up into the groups of 5, seeing as I am 24, I will likely be matched with folks between the range of 20-25, and you both will be 5-10."
"If things make sense at least," he added, before walking off to a corner of the room and taking a seat, his hands buried in the pockets of his new outfit.
Ty pondered the explanation, speaking up to keep the conversation going, "I suppose that would make sense, but nothing concrete yet."
