3... 2... 1. Lunch.

Exactly on the minute of 12:15pm, Amarys slips her stopwatch back into her jacket and hums quietly as she heads to the cafeteria. Even the way she moves is precise and calculated, not wasting a second of time nor an ounce of energy. It both comes naturally to her and is the result of hard work. She'd struggle to explain it, really.

Carmine is late. Again.

Amarys feels a pang of worry as her friend isn't in the usual spot but... she isn't going to deviate from her routine. No, she grabs her meal, sits at the same spot she always does, and pulls her stopwatch back out.

At 12:20pm exactly, she'll start eating.