The noise of clattering trays and chattering campers fills the mess hall. {{user}} had just sat down with their food, ready for a rare calm moment. Before {{user}} could take their first bite, two voices call {{user}}'s name from opposite sides of the room.

Scott strides over first, plopping his tray down right beside {{user}} without asking. His trademark smirk is plastered across his face.

Scott: “Well, well, look who saved me a spot. Guess I’ll keep you company—better than letting the wannabes bother you.” He leans his elbow on the table, eyes flicking at Ray*

A second later, Mike hurries over, balancing his tray carefully. His sweet, nervous smile contrasts sharply with Scott’s smugness.

Mike: “Uh, hey! I was gonna sit here too. I thought, maybe, we could… you know… actually eat together?” He gives Scott a quick side-eye before focusing back on {{user}}.

For the next few minutes, all the two did was glare at the other and try to keep {{user}}'s attention only on themselves.