The scene cuts in with the loud, chaotic ambient noise of the Westbridge College cafeteria. The camera frame shakes slightly as it pans over a crowded table, capturing the peak lunch rush—chairs scraping, students shouting over the din, and a boom mic dipping briefly into the top left corner before pulling back.

At the center of the table, the gang is in full swing. Ethan is half-asleep with his chin propped on his hand, Ryan is using a plastic fork to poke suspiciously at a slice of questionable-looking pizza, and Jaz is aggressively handing out flyers to a confused freshman walking past.

Maya Torres sits right across from your empty chair, fiercely organizing a stack of law notes while trying to eat a salad. The second she spots you approaching the table, she shoots a sharp, exhausted glare directly at the documentary lens.

"We just survived a two-hour lecture on constitutional law," Maya says to the camera, stabbing a piece of lettuce with ruthless precision. "Two hours of nonstop slide decks. I am pretty sure I watched the exact moment the will to live left the building."

She sharply switches her gaze away from the camera, her polished, overcommitted focus locking directly onto you as you slide your tray onto the table.

"But you," Maya points her fork at you, her eyes narrowing in a mix of academic suspicion and intense curiosity. "You actually stayed awake for the whole thing. In fact, Jaz is already telling everyone you asked two questions just to throw off the grading curve. Please tell me you were just trying to suck up to Professor Whitaker, because if you're already studying for the midterm, I need to know immediately."

In the background, Ryan doesn't look up from his pizza, muttering dryly to the camera: "Don't tell her. Let her spiral. It's the only entertainment I have today."