Private Finished Retreat

==> Hal.

Lunch time.

It was a few minutes before the clock would strike 12 noon and Hal sat on the table staring at his hands as he tapped his fingers. There were a lot of people in the cafeteria and obviously, it's because it was lunch time. Although from what he can see, not everyone went there to eat. Some of the students were doing anything but eating and the were just occupying tables. Seriously there was a wide space outside the building, why the hell were they here?

Hal checked his wristwatch to find that only about 4 minutes have passed since he claimed the table for himself and his new... acquaintance. There were a few kids who passed by and asked to share his table (like usual) but he turned them down saying he was waiting for someone — which was not a lie this time, he swore.

Hal let out a soft sigh. He debated getting up from his seat and getting food for himself already but it didn't sit well with him knowing that Wind wasn't around yet. He constantly kept looking towards the cafeteria's doors to check who was going in and out, hoping to see her walk past it soon enough.

Hal waited a couple more minutes later and found a familiar head of hair walk past the door way. He didn't get up yet and had to make sure because a random student blocked his line of vision before he could check.

He saw her wave at him and he waved his hand back at her, though almost hesitantly, as if showing that he really was never quite used to being openly friendly in public.

Hal looked cautiously around him before he went and got up from his seat; quietly going off to where he'd seen Wind stood when she waved at him and stood behind her. Gently tapping the girl's shoulder from behind, he greeted, "Hey, Ann." a beat, "So, uh... how were your classes?" he asked.

Hal stood there right next to Wind, listening to her go off about her first classes, noting how she herself seemed very much enthusiastic about the things she says. It still somewhat weirded him out how this conversation felt so casual but other than that, there wasn't anything wrong. He noticed her train of thought went from classes to the drinks that were being served. Unconsciously, a smile formed at his lips as he thought, "She's already comfortable around here, I guess."

Before he could slide a witty and/or sarcastic comment in, Wind turned the question to him, catching him off-guard for a moment. Hal blinks twice before he came up with his answer. "Well, the usual, I guess." he said rather casually, shrugging his shoulders, "I really don't enjoy much of my classes unless it's art class and I won't be having that until after lunch." he added, pressing the same button on the machine as Wind did after she took her drink.

"But I guess it was alright since it's already noon and I haven't had any dizzy spells or anything."

Hal walked after Wind as she continued to talk. Turning his gaze away from her, he said "I'm not really much of an artist. I guess I just find it fun and all that stuff. It's a pretty good past time though. I think." he replied setting down his food and drink down the table.

He moved his things aside before he continued, his gaze still away from the girl in front of him, "Creative writing, huh? I haven't really tried writing very much. Once, or twice when I was in middle school but those never turned out very we--"

Hal was cut off mid-sentence when he heard a loud thud from the table, immediately turning his attention towards Wind who was tending to her head. He chuckled slightly as he went to her, "Did that hurt a lot?" he asked as he gently patted her head.

Hal immediately pulled his hand away as soon as he caught Wind lowering her gaze. Somehow feeling conscious, he turned back to his seat and kept his gaze on his food.

When Wind asked if she could see his drawings, he went quiet and thought for a moment as he tried to figure out what to respond. Would he allow Wind to see this sketchbook though? But how could he even decline... What should he say? He wasn't really asked about that often and he always easily declined, only because he wasn't even had a decent conversation with those people. But then Wind was a different case...

As soon as he followed with her next sentence, Hal looked up at her seeing her waving her fork around. The people he's acquainted well are very quirky, he thought to himself.

"Well.." a pause, looking back down at his food, "I wouldn't really say I'm 'good' at it. I don't think I could go that far really..." he said, picking at his pasta with his own fork, as if it was more interesting than anything else around.