: Lunch With A Classmate
Who: Garron and Adnan
When: lunchtime
Where: cafeteria
Adnan hadn't been to very much structured school. His parents and the other Kurdish refugees had taught him and his sisters at home for the most part, unable to afford to send them anywhere. So it was an interesting pattern to try and get into, with the books and sitting still for so long and listening. His teachers seemed to know that, too; he'd been offered private tutoring in a different setting by more than one of them. While he appreciated the offers, he wanted to see how well he adapted to the classroom setting first. It was only the first week, after all.
Coop had other lunch plans -- which didn't bother him, really, they saw each other for dinner and beyond every night -- so he walked into the cafeteria and got into line alone. As he walked out of the other side of the line with a tray in his hands, he started scanning around for an empty spot to sit, eyes skimming over all of the married-couples faces.
Garron didn't mind the presence of all of the happy couples. He was one half of a pretty cute unit himself. However, his other half had a much more important job than he himself did. She was gratefully back at work in the security tower, making life safe for all of them. He had to admit, though, he'd had a hard time being sympathetic when she'd complained about being taken off external duties. He was a little uneasy at the thought of Avery flying out toward the chaotic mainland in a chopper, protesters and anarchists firing weapons at her. He liked that she was essentially pushing paper and breaking up school yard fights.
( School was a trip as well )
Who: Garron and Adnan
When: lunchtime
Where: cafeteria
Adnan hadn't been to very much structured school. His parents and the other Kurdish refugees had taught him and his sisters at home for the most part, unable to afford to send them anywhere. So it was an interesting pattern to try and get into, with the books and sitting still for so long and listening. His teachers seemed to know that, too; he'd been offered private tutoring in a different setting by more than one of them. While he appreciated the offers, he wanted to see how well he adapted to the classroom setting first. It was only the first week, after all.
Coop had other lunch plans -- which didn't bother him, really, they saw each other for dinner and beyond every night -- so he walked into the cafeteria and got into line alone. As he walked out of the other side of the line with a tray in his hands, he started scanning around for an empty spot to sit, eyes skimming over all of the married-couples faces.
Garron didn't mind the presence of all of the happy couples. He was one half of a pretty cute unit himself. However, his other half had a much more important job than he himself did. She was gratefully back at work in the security tower, making life safe for all of them. He had to admit, though, he'd had a hard time being sympathetic when she'd complained about being taken off external duties. He was a little uneasy at the thought of Avery flying out toward the chaotic mainland in a chopper, protesters and anarchists firing weapons at her. He liked that she was essentially pushing paper and breaking up school yard fights.
( School was a trip as well )