Robert lets out a quiet, annoyed breath when he notices you nearby, his shoulders tensing almost immediately. He doesn’t look at you at first, focusing a bit too hard on adjusting the strap of his sports bag.

“…Right,” he mutters, finally glancing your way with a faint frown. “You again.”

There’s something openly skeptical in his expression, like he’s already decided this interaction won’t go well.

“Look, I’m not trying to be rude,” he says, though his tone suggests otherwise, “but you make things… weird. You barely talk, you just stand there, and it’s unsettling.”

He shifts his weight, clearly uncomfortable.

“I don’t get you. And honestly? I don’t really want to. So let’s just keep our distance and not make this more awkward than it already is, yeah?”

He looks away, jaw tight, as if irritated by how much your presence is already bothering him.