"No need for sorry, theres' room," Stephen answered easily, broad shoulder shrugging. "I left it open for whoever wanted to get off their feet." Though if she was running late, he wondered why she hadn't just taken it to go. Then again, Stephen was a man who still kept to military discipline, in some ways. If he was ever late, it was safe to bet there was a very, very good reason.
She'd spoken though, and Stephen was here. No reason not to speak to her. Stephen usually liked people, at least in a superficial way that found them interesting. "Late for class?" he asked, trying to judge. To old for high school, if he had to guess. College, maybe.