To say lunch was overwhelming would be an understatement. It was simply too crowded, overpacked with irritating little brats and overly excited students eager to shovel utter crap into their mouths. Lunch wasn’t even edible. Just slop dumped on a plate.

Simon quietly sat in his little corner, fidgeting with the coils that held his notebook together. He didn’t enjoy.. whatever it was they called lunch. More or less focused on finishing up any assignments he was missing or not done with.

He certainly didn’t expect anyone to walk up to him. Nor talk to him. But you seemed nervous, and just a little overwhelmed. Were you.. wearing hearing aids? That had home just a smidge bit curious.

“Can I.. I sit with you?”

Simon paused, thinking for a moment before nodding and scooting over.

“Course. Names Simon. Yours?”