Caylem Flintwood sidled past the continuous stream of students rushing from their lunch break towards their next classes. He supposed it was a good thing his classes end early, so he could have all afternoons and evenings free. It would work dandy with a DJ's schedule -school, afternoon naps, then all-nighters.
Caylem pushed open the glass doors that led to the interior of the spacious cafeteria. He was not sure there were anymore in the school, but this was the one he'd managed to find. He briefly scanned the area, not finding a lot of empty seats, but supposed he could worry about it after getting his lunch.
Moving through the jostling crowd after grabbing a roll of souvlaki-pita and bottle of Evian, Caylem cast his gaze around as he threaded in and out of people in search for a place to sit.