Now that he had some food in him, Sebastian found himself thinking more. Doubt was beginning to creep in: yes, he'd gotten away from his parents, he'd chosen his own path for once in his life, but what was he going to [i]do[/i]? Even if he wound up attending the community college here, he wasn't sure the inn would let him stay for two years. He couldn't plan anything properly–

If he had his phone, he could have distracted himself. But he'd left it at home, worried that his parents could trace its signal and track him down that way. Even if they didn't care enough to go looking for him, his father had bought it and he always cared for his money. It was the same reason he'd only taken money he'd earned himself. 

He looked around at the other people in the restaurant instead. Another woman had taken a seat a few tables away, eating methodically. It was like someone had taken his mother's lessons on table manners completely to heart. A man sat opposite her, with a downright enormous amount of food in front of him. He nodded along to a beat Sebastian couldn't hear as he ate, occasionally tapping out a rhythm on the table. It reminded him of the few metal-heads at his high school. He'd sat with them at lunch a few times, but they were obviously uncomfortable around him, and eventually he got used to eating alone. 

Of course, it didn't hurt that the man was rather– Sebastian clenched his fists. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't seem to help it. Besides, it wasn't like he had a chance. 

"Hope you don't mind," a woman said somewhere to his left. He looked over. 

She was tall, about as tall as him, and dressed in a shirt and pants. She didn't look much older than him, but then he'd never been good at guessing ages. 

"Oh, uh, sure... I don't mind..." He trailed off as she sat down across from him without waiting for an answer. Suddenly he was painfully aware of the faded lines and marks running all the way down his arms, and the short sleeves of his shirt. 

Had she seen them? She seemed focused on her bowl of cereal, but...

Sebastian put his left arm in his lap and picked up his bagel. He'd never had a bagel before, but he imagined a good one would taste like this. 

One more person had entered the dining room in the meantime. He wore a black-and-white suit and seemed to be talking to himself. Then again, he figured most people had, at one time or another. 

He turned back to the woman across from him. No one had ever voluntarily sat with him before. He wasn't sure what the rules were in this case. 

Probably best to start with a safe, normal topic. 

"So...what are you doing here? In this town, I mean."