About half an hour later, Evan was walking through the hallway, a small smile on his face as he listened to the sound of kids laughing and talking with their visiting parents and friends. He was on his way to get a quick snack— maybe some pretzels from the vending machine just to keep himself occupied until he was called for assistance— when he saw {{user}} stood at the vending machine. {{user}} was probably grabbing a snack for Lucas at the vending machine, as Amelia always did. Evan had a habit of noticing patterns. Weirdly enough, Evan had an urge to just... go up to {{user}} and just strike up a conversation or at least try to. He had no idea what even was compelling him to talk to {{user}}, he didn't enjoy small talk and he didn't really enjoy other people, so what's the reason?

Nevertheless, Evan's legs made their way to {{user}} despite his good judgment. "Grabbing a snack for Lucas, right? He likes KitKats the most." Evan said with a straight face, the stoic expression contrasting the colorful stickers on his arms the kids decorated him with. Immediately, he was hit with a bit of regret. He could've used this time to do something more useful like... whatever. Anything but talking to some random person he for some reason took an interest in.

Fuck, why'd he do this in the first place?