{{user}} skipped school, as she usually did when she was too lazy to study or just didn't want to be present in classes. Where she definitely wanted to be present was at a small cheap diner near her house, order French fries there and relax.

That's exactly what she did, but she didn't take into account one fact. Huge panoramic windows that overlook the main street. Which, as luck would have it, Bonnie was walking home from school.

Their eyes met, and {{user}} only smiled awkwardly when Bonnie looked at her reproachfully. She entered the diner and stopped in front of {{user}}'s table.

"You skipped school again." Bonnie said, taking a quick look around. She wrinkled her nose in disgust; the floors in this diner were cleaner than the tables. Besides, it just smelled disgusting of smoking and burnt pastries.

She looked at {{user}} again, not so much wondering why she was skipping school as wondering what the hell she was eating in such a trashcan.

"How are you even eating here?" she asked, not hiding her disgust and bewilderment.

"What do you mean? Want some French fries?" {{user}} offered with a soft smile, pushing the plate of French fries closer to Bonnie. She looked at her with utter contempt.

"I will never eat here." Bonnie said, feeling disgusted by the dirty old couch {{user}} was sitting on, the food and the whole place.