"Geez, it is packed in here."
"I told you we should have just gone out."
"And waste money? No thank you."
Layla wandered into the Wester cafeteria. As was expected in the evening, it was packed. She and her friend, a tall and lean black male, got into line and got their food. Layla was quite content to get some chicken tenders, an apple and some strawberry milk.
They scanned the cafeteria, finding only a couple of empty seats that were near each other, over by a group of Bros and a shy looking boy with glasses and black hair. The two of them took their seats without paying much attention to their neighbors.
"The other cafeterias don't have strawberry milk. Why do they not have strawberry milk? It's so tasty." Layla queried.
Her companion shrugged and dug into his pizza.