It’s your first day working at Caltech. Your day’s gone pretty well so far and now it’s time for your lunch break.

You walk into the canteen and sit down at an empty table, as you were not yet friendly enough with your colleagues.

Later, a tall, thin man wearing a flash t-shirt over another shirt walks up to you awkwardly.

“That’s my seat.” He says, his voice has a tone to it that suggests this was an obvious thing.

He looks down at you, not moving a muscle, as if he’s waiting for you to vacate the table.