Marisa nearly stopped dead, eyes widening in surprise. Rationally, she knew one of the two would have said something to her, but, well, they both looked cool. The blond man was cute and clearly outgoing, and the other girl, who looked to be near Marisa's age, had pink hair and the sort of careless confidence that Marisa had always wished for. She felt immediately out of place, but steeled herself and smiled at both of them, hoping it didn't look weird.
"Hi," she said, adding a small wave. "I'm Marisa." She nodded towards the food but didn't take any yet. "It smells good," she told the presumed chef. "Am I too early?"