After collecting his lunch (chicken on rye with mayo and salad, and the lettuce had clearly seen better days), John paid his money, took a napkin and stood awkwardly with the tray in his arms, scouting around the pretty-damn-full hall of one of the campus buildings ( Read more... )

John was sitting at a cafe. In a mall. It was the same mall in which Bobby worked, but he tended to push that detail to one side and focus on the fact he didn't really know any other malls to go to ( Read more... )