Adam wasn't sold on the communal dining thing, especially considering the cafeteria had been the definition of hell for him in prison, but he couldn't skip a meal, not if he was going to stay healthy. He'd started working his way across the offerings, doing mental calculations of the food he'd been doing his whole life, careful to keep his back to the wall, but he couldn't miss the girl moving into his peripheral vision. Leaving his carb count behind for a moment he looked up at her, not at all sure what to make of her. There was no way she was real. Where were the scary, prison tattooed, terrifying women that looked like they might eat him for breakfast? Adam glanced around twice, as if she might be some sort of ghost only he was seeing, because honestly there was no denying how close to Ella she looked. Though for all he knew she might not look at the girl he'd gone to jail for killing at all, but she sure as hell reminded him of her. Maybe it was just the blond hair.