Cater was scrolling through his phone in the corner of the corridor. He looks like he doesn't want to socialize... at the moment. But, sure enough, he'll be up laughing with his friends in no time. In his other hand held a coffee cup. Probably something super bitter, based on past observations... hope it's not that death coffee he drank last time. He liked something and sighed before putting his phone back into his pocket. He then ran his hand through his hair.