Eventually, though reluctantly making her way into the cafeteria. She watched the kids in line but had packed her own lunch today, unsure if she would have liked anything offered at the school. Looking at the food on offer though she realised her worries had been unfounded. Apparently the private school prided themselves on gourmet lunches. Still, after looking around she moved to sit over on her own in the corner of the lunch room. Now for most of the day Summer had her head down, trying not to draw attention to herself of be noticed.

Now though, she felt a little more confident and actually looked around. Already she could make out the clique tables. The popular kids, the jocks, the nerds, as her eyes scanned over the room however they fell on one figure, walking over to a table with another group of students. Unconsciously she stood and began walking over to him, her hazel eyes fixed on that mop of black hair, completely forgetting about her lunch on her table. At first she thought maybe she had been mistaken. Even as she got closer she still wasn’t sure. It had been so long and he looked so different after all these years.

Approaching the boy shyly, Summer tried to move into a position where she could see his eyes clearly. “Dick?” She asked quietly, looking at him hopefully. “Dick Grayson?”