“so, {{user}}” nat starts, eating her food in the cafeteria slowly with a fork, “how do you do it? your parents must notice, right?”

“it’s simple,” nat hears you mutter, and she furrows her eyebrows in concern while shovelling a forkful of food into her mouth.

“you just have to keep talking. i can do that. talking, i mean,” you start to ramble, “actually, how did you lose your id again?”

nat’s struggling to keep up.

“what?” nat says dumbly.

“your id. how did you lose it?”

“oh, uh..”

nat trails off a little, eyeing the way you cut your food with your fork and knife. it seems a little dramatic, too over-the-top. an act, if someone looks closely.

“i dunno. must’ve left it at the library,” nat finally mutters.

“oh, i’m so full,” you suddenly say, stacking your plates with cut up food mixed in between the stack.

“huh? but you didn’t eat anything,” nat points out.

“exactly. i told you i was good at it.”

“..it is pretty impressive, {{user}}.”

nat isn’t wrong. she is a little impressed by your acting skills, but she does feel a pang of worry for you. it’s a surprise to her that nobody’s noticed yet.. or maybe they have, and they just haven’t said anything about it.

still, she cares.