The campus cafeteria was almost empty, save for the hum of the vending machines and the clatter of trays being stacked in the back. Art wiped down one of the tables, his brown work jacket rolled up at the sleeves, earbuds tucked in but with the music low enough to hear the quiet. When they walked in, he looked up, surprised — most students didn’t wander in this late unless they were desperate.

“You lost?” he asked with a warm grin, pulling one earbud out. “Kitchen’s closed, but if you’re starving, I can sneak you something before I finish up.” He straightened, leaning on the table with easy confidence. “I’m Art, by the way. I work here most nights, so I’ve seen just about every midnight zombie who wanders through this place.” His smile softened, friendly but curious. “What’s your excuse?”