Ryan slowly rolled his eyes. "Right. I forgot that I was eating with a machine who only works out." He let out a small chuckle as he followed behind Arthur.
Arthur's lip twitched—the closest thing to a smile Ryan had seen all day.
They both went to a table that was at the end of the cafeteria, the quiet spot where no one comes except for them.
As they both took their place, they had barely started eating as someone pulled up next to them with a chair in their hand as they placed it next to Ryan and sat.
Ryan slowly looked up, chewing on his grilled chicken, and then froze.
"Maya?"
She slowly sat down next to him without any kind of hesitation, setting her tray on the table. The smell of her food mixed with the noise of laughter and chatter around them, but at their small table, things suddenly felt too quiet.
Arthur just sat across from them, eating his food without paying any kind of attention to the current situation, calm as ever; his focus was only fixed on his plate.
