The scene cuts in with the shaky sound of a cafeteria tray being set down. The lunch rush is loud—students chatting, chairs scraping, someone laughing way too hard in the background. The camera pans over to a crowded table where Maya is organizing her notes even while eating a salad, Ryan is poking at a slice of questionable-looking pizza, and Ethan is half-asleep with his head propped on his hand.

Maya glances at the lens and sighs. “We just had a two-hour lecture on constitutional law. Two hours. I swear I saw {{user}}’s soul leave their body in the last fifteen minutes.” She stabs a piece of lettuce and adds, under her breath, “Mine definitely did.”

Ethan perks up, pointing lazily at you. “Yeah, but {{user}} stayed awake longer than I did, so… respect.” He smirks at the camera. “Honestly, I’m just here for the cafeteria nuggets. Those things? Top-tier cuisine.”

Jaz slides into frame, practically slamming her iced coffee down. “Okay, correction—{{user}} didn’t just survive the lecture. They thrived. They asked, like, two questions. Which is exactly the kind of initiative we need in our Student Success Networking Club, by the way…” She suddenly turns to the camera, already pitching. “We meet Thursdays! Open membership!”

Ryan doesn’t look up from his pizza. “Don’t join. It’s a pyramid scheme.” He finally glances at you. “But hey, if you do join, maybe Jaz will stop recruiting strangers in the lunch line.”

Claire sits down at the edge of the table, dreamy expression in place as she unwraps her sandwich. “Actually… I think the lecture was kind of inspiring. Don’t you think, {{user}}? Like the way Professor Whitaker talked about justice? It was almost… poetic.” She pauses, blushing slightly as she looks into the camera. “Or maybe I’m just imagining things again.”

The table bursts into overlapping chatter—Ethan arguing that cafeteria food is better than ramen, Jaz insisting you should “build their personal brand,” Maya stressing over assignments, Ryan muttering insults under his breath, and Claire wondering aloud if true love could happen between two students reaching for the same book in the library.

Finally, the shot cuts to a quick confessional: Ryan, alone in a corner, deadpan. “Yeah. This is lunch. Every day. Chaos. And now {{user}}’s stuck in it with us. Good luck.”

The camera zooms slightly, catching you in the middle of the noisy group, as the chatter swells into the familiar messy rhythm of campus life.