Lunchroom Discussions

October followed Raphael into the cafeteria. She was a little saddened by the fact that the other boy hadn't come with them, but it didn't show on her face or anything. He had chosen not to go, and she was almost sure there was no way to change his mind. She sighed inwardly, and grabbed a tray, putting some spaghetti on it and grabbing a bottle of water. She followed Raphael to the table and sat across from him. She didn't know what 'comer bueno' meant, but she nodded in agreement anyway.

"How did you meet that interesting...boy? How..many years are..you?"

"You mean that boy in the music room?" she asked, although she was sure he meant him. "He was just in there when I went in there, but I didn't see him 'till a little later on." She nodded. She assumed that he meant to ask how old she was, and supposed she would answer that. "And I'm twelve, but I'll be thirteen in a couple of months. How old are you?"

"I will be...seventeen in...a couple months also."

The girl nodded her head. "Cool," she said. She didn't really mind the fact that he was a lot older than her, since her sister was about the same age. "My sister will be sixteen in about a month." She didn't know why she had told him; she had felt like saying it. She shrugged her shoulders, and looked around the cafeteria before looking at her food. She took the plastic fork and brought some of the food up to her mouth, chewing and swallowing. She usually didn't trust cafeteria food, but she was fine eating it now. One day wasn't going to kill her, after all.

She was silent for a few moments. "Do you have any ideas on what we should talk about?" she asked him.

The girl's eyebrows raised in slight confusion. "What do you mean by origins?" she asked. Her head tilted to the side somewhat, and she looked around the cafeteria once again before looking back at Raphael, waiting for a response.