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[sub]l o c a t i o n. cafeteria 
i n t e r a c t i o n s. [@Cio](mentioned) &[@Mystress Nyx]
t i m e. morning[/sub][/right]

After working through her breakfast with an unabated hunger, Anahita found herself observing the movement in the cafeteria. She was nibbling on her next breakfast item, a crumb cake muffin, while she mentally voiced over what she saw before herself; she had no better way to pass the time. It all proved to be extremely boring, however. Her eyes lazily scanned the cafeteria only to stop on a girl with tired eyes speaking with a boy who mirrored the exact opposite of the girl. The boy was animated in his manner and seemed genuinely interested in their conversation. Her interest was piqued; it was as if they were two undercover spies playing specific personas in order to blend in and complete their mission. [i]Wow, I would've never thought I'd meet spies in the flesh.[/i] 
 
She pops another small piece of the muffin in her mouth, moving on to the next couple of people that were talking. Her eyes didn't dwell long enough on them to actually take in their appearance due to the flash of purple catching her attention from the corner of her eyes. Anahita popped another piece of the muffin in her mouth, letting the flavor seep in slowly and enjoying the pure sweetness. She stared on ahead, her gaze blank, but it wasn't just the purple that stood out; there was a splash of red amidst dancing colored eyes that locked onto hers. A familiar face met hers and mouthed a plea for help.

Had this been any other day, possibly a day she hadn't realized she was on death's doors, Anahita would've jumped onto the chance of helping a damsel--[i]hmm, maybe lad would be more appropriate[/i]--in distress. But it wasn't. Pf course, a sickly person couldn't possibly overexert herself without dire consequences. So instead of doing what her instincts were trying to convince her to do, Anahita coughs into her hand and wobbles to the side just a bit. 

The exchange had only been a couple of seconds regardless since the boy was dragged out towards whatever fate was awaiting him. Anahita pushes down the bit of regret she felt as she swallowed her muffin; her mind running through all the possibilities of what may have become of the boy. Her hand absentmindedly reaches for another piece of her muffin only to find nothing but the wrapper.  While she moved on to her next item on her menu--apple slices--Anahita remembered who that boy was. Liam had always stood out and not only because of his bright choice of colors, but also because of all of his dramatic entrances. All Anahita  concretely knows about him is that he had already been at Spring Hill when she was new herself. Not that Anahita minded, but she couldn't really remember the last time she had a conversation with him--or anyone else for that matter.

As Liam reentered the cafeteria, Anahita waited until he was within earshot distance of her to call out, [color=bbceb4] "That was such a display of bravery!"[/color] She offers a weak smile and motioned for him to sit with her. 

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"What better way to start off a Friday morning than to escape the clutches of evil, right?"[/color]