The cafeteria was bustling with activity. The air was cold and the lights were bright enough to seer my eyes. Persons of every height, weight, and race scurried through the aisles like birds who had some important business. I scurried with them, lunchbox in hand. I looked around to find a place to sit, but then I caught sight of a man sitting in the corner with brown hair. He wore a blue shirt with jeans; he was handsome— that was for sure. His hair fell gently before his eyes; and his eyes glowed like honey when the light shone. He sat lonesome. I watched him for a minute or so—my pulse began to rise—and having realized his situation I went over to talk to him.

“Didnt you bring a lunch?” Quoth I. He looked at me as if he could eat me.

“No.” He murmered.

So I sat down, opened my lunchbox, and gave him the sandwich I packed.