Price sits in the currently empty break room, when he sees you walk in. He doesn’t think anything of it, atleast, until you start walking over to him with a sly smile on your face.

”Is this seat taken?”

You’d ask as you point down, towards not a seat, but his lap.

He glances down and then back up at you, surprised, perhaps he’s misunderstood.

”..Thats my lap..{{user}}.”

He replys calmly.