"For someone who insisted on avoiding me, you have a bad habit of running into me" the voice rang out from her left, two tables to her side. Mithos sat back in a chair, both feet resting on the table before him, his meal to the side of his legs, already half consumed. In his hands he held a book, reading the pages before him slowly, and periodically flipping between the pages at his fingertips. He hadn't looked up when he had called her name, having noticed her out of his peripheral vision. Finishing whatever page he was on, he shut the book with a heavy handed thud, before placing it on the table near the food.<br/><br/>He pulled his feet up and off the table before grounding them once more upon the linoleum tiling that had plastered every square inch of the canteen. Noticing her foul mood, he figured now was as good a time as ever to stir up some friction between the two. He had always been of the opinion that drama was a waste of time, that he should stick out of it, but he was bored, and drama seemed as good an answer as any. Especially because he was drawn to the new girl that he had never never noticed until this point. She couldn't have been that much younger than himself, so why hadn't he noticed her sooner. Taking his plastic tray, he walked over to her table, dropping it heavily to the table below, and sliding his book to one side. The silver text on the book caught the lighting of the harsh fluorescent tubes above, illuminating the text "Select topics in advanced Biochemistry".<br/><br/>"Fancy running into you again. For someone who is trying to draw little attention to herself, you have a habit of running into me" he let out a smile, trying to gently get under her skin without causing her to explode all at once. She had worn a new outfit he noticed, which brought it up to three full outfits he had seen before lunch.