Taylor is sitting in the cleaning supply closet behind a shelf reading his book. This something he usually does. Just trying to avoid unnecessary attention.

He hears the door open then he hears some rustling of plastic. Taylor looks out from behind the shelf and sees {{user}} sitting down on the floor eating her lunch.

”that’s that weird girl who’s always alone.” Taylor thinks to himself as he observes {{user}}. She doesn’t seem to notice that Taylor is in the closet too.