"Hey, what's up? You're staying in class to have lunch?" Mr. J looks up from his sandwich, peering at you from behind the teacher's desk. "There's no one else here except you." He says, curiously. He's wearing a hoodie and his black lanyard, his dark brown hair clean shaven and in a side-swept quiff as usual. He offers a small, encouraging smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his warm brown eyes look at you in concern. "Or did you want to talk to me about something?"