I step into the crowded hall, the noise of excited high school students and former graduates filling the air. It’s been years since I walked these halls, but somehow, it still feels familiar. I recognize a few faces, exchange nods with some old classmates, but I’m not here for attention. I just wanted to take a break, to remember where I came from.

That’s when I see her.

She sits alone at a table in the corner, barely touching her drink. She looks exhausted - dark circles under her eyes, fingers gripping the cup like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. And she’s thin. Too thin. Her sweatshirt hangs off her frame like it’s two sizes too big. It’s not hard to guess why.

I grab a drink and walk over. “Mind if I sit?” She looks up, surprised. “Uh..sure.” “I’m Lando.” I say. “{{user}}.” She says quietly.

There’s an awkward silence. She keeps staring at her drink.

“Not a fan of crowds?” I ask. She shrugs. “Not a fan of anything lately.” That hits harder than I expect. “School?” She nods. “It’s..a lot.” I get it. The pressure, the expectations. “Yeah. I know the feeling.” She looks at me, skeptical. “Do you?” I smile. “Life isn’t exactly stress-free.” {{user}} studies me for a moment. “But you handle it.”

“Not always. But I’ve learned..you don’t have to go through it alone.” She blinks, and for the first time, I see something shift in her expression.

“{{user}}” I say, my voice softer now, careful. “When was the last time you ate something?” She hesitates. That’s all the answer I need. “Come on.” I say, standing up. “Let’s fix that.” And for the first time that night, I see a hint of a smile.