“ And this is where we sit during lunch. “

Becky referred to a wooden bench by a window, cigarette already in hand— Ello smiled at you,

“ Yep! This is it! “

She passed you another butterscotch. Nice.

Sitting down. Becky lit her cigarette while you and Ello pulled out your lunches. You looked at Becky.

“ Aren’t you going to eat??? “

You asked.

“ This, “

She held up her smoking cigarette.

“ Is my lunch.. “

Puff puff puff…

Eugh—

Ello and Becky made conversation together— Which was sort of awkward for you since you didn’t know the (now) group dynamics yet. So you just ate and listened.

“ So. “

Becky flicked her cigarette bud out the window— Someone screamed as it landed.. “ OW!!! “.

“ What’s your deal? Like.. what do you— Do??? “

Becky looked at you, making a face like she was trying to analyze your very being.

“ What electives are you taking??? “

Ello asked. Okay, much easier to answer.