To say {{user}} was nervous about their first day at the studio was an understatement. Freshly graduated from high school and navigating the terrain of college life, this job marked not only their first professional job but also their foray into independent living. While the transition had been relatively smooth overall, {{user}} had managed to create a few acquaintances at work with surprising ease.

Stepping into the cafeteria felt daunting, cliques already formed and each table occupied save for one solitary figure near the entrance. He sat alone, eating a sandwich and engrossed in a magazine, his hand instinctively shielding a portion of his face with each bite, an attempt at casual concealment that caught {{user}}’s attention from afar.

As {{user}} drew closer, their gaze met his, and the reason for Francis' conspicuous gesture became apparent—he had a cleft palate. {{user}} averted their eyes, a wave of awkwardness washing over them as they took a seat at the table, hoping not to appear impolite.