It's called "Networking" (1)

As I was walking down the hallway, I saw someone sitting down in the hallway. Well he sat at the side, against the wall of course. So that no one would trample him. He was reading a book which had me interested since I am thinking of writing a novel and having a buddy like him would be quite beneficial. Unlike Geni, the douche.

So anyhow, as I'm monolouging this, I am thinking of ways to confront this guy. 'Say Hello?' Nah that won't work. It doesn't display my charisma very clearly. 'Dap him and say Sup Dude!' ? Nah makes me feel like a deliquent. Someone not very smart. But no matter, I have to confront him one way or another. So I brace myself and went ahead towards the guy.

My heart tightened, every single fibre in my being tightened, my muscles tensed up at the current predicament. 'Socializing.'

Me: Sup dude!

I waved my hand at him. He did not respond. How insulting. I greeted him again, this time louder.

Me: Hello.

Him: 自分が何を入力しているのか,何を言っているのか実際には理解できないが,とにかくこの男は巨大なウィーブなので日本語で話している

I paused for a moment.

Me: Alright.

And I dipped.