Presto, and OTA
Presto knew... next to no one here. He'd come with Erin, and he was pretty sure he had spotted Malia and Scott but both had vanished in the crowd. So he grabbed a plate and wandered, unsure where he wanted to settle, and feeling shy.
And overwhelmed.
Nervous, he wasn't thinking about how things looked, and his plate of food was following him along, behind his back, almost like a puppy would follow it's mother.