Luke shook his head, "No, you're more than a decade older than me; I don't want to be accused of winning unfairly."
Reid retorted, "Running tests physical fitness and endurance, not age. If youth alone meant speed, then we might as well just compare ages and forgo track meets."
Luke turned off the treadmill and laughed, "As you wish, what's the wager?"
Reid replied, "Loser buys drinks next time."
"OK, no problem."
Luke switched to a treadmill too and matched Reid's pace for a jog.
As they ran, they chatted, "Chief, when will you give us more hands?"
"What kind of rookie do you want?"
"Can I pick on my own?"
"I'll send you a list with candidates' information; you can pick from that list."
"Thanks, Chief, that's very thoughtful.
So, I've decided no matter who wins or loses this run,
it'll be my treat."
Reid laughed, "Are you already too tired to run, looking for a way out ahead of time?"
Luke said, "Believe me, I could keep up this pace all day."
