Alex lessened his hold on her, allowing her to move a little further away from him, should she want to. He chuckled at her question, and shrugged. 'I didn't think. It's been a year since that happened to me. Plus it's like a right of passage. If we have to suffer, so do you.'
He continued to walk down the corridor until he stopped by a doorway, which had no door. It led into a wide space filled with tables, each of which were like a tiny island, surrounded by a sea of chairs. These chairs were always in place at the start of every day, but by the end they would be strewn around the room as people moved to sit next to their friends.
At the back of the room there was a long counter, with enough space behind it for the cafeteria staff to stand behind, and there was a door on the far end, where they brought the food through, generally.
'Welcome to the feeding ground.' Alex said, sighing. 'Generally, at lunch time, basically everyone files in here, and it turns into a manic zoo-like place. I don't tend to come here. There's a store just outside of campus which sells decent enough food. There are a few of us who tend to go there instead.'