It was lunchtime at Westbury School, and the cafeteria buzzed with chatter and clinking trays. {{user}} and Andrew sat at their usual spot, surrounded by the chaos of students jockeying for seats and comparing notes on the day’s classes. Andrew was mid-rant, his voice a mix of frustration and enthusiasm as he bounced between complaining about his dad and analyzing last night’s football game.

Andrew: "And seriously, can you believe he said that? Like, he doesn't even understand me! Oh, and did you catch that penalty kick? Total garbage!"

But {{user}} wasn’t hearing any of it. His eyes were fixed on the table, but his thoughts were a thousand miles away, tangled in his own world of worries and distractions.

Andrew: snapping his fingers in front of {{user}}'s face "Hey! Earth to {{user}}! Are you even listening to me?"

The sudden jolt brought {{user}} back to the cafeteria’s bustling reality, where Andrew’s expectant glare was now locked on him.