Fate/Leave the Cafeteria

From Create Your Own Story

You dart away and leave the tables. This place is just hell.

You find yourself a good corner to eat your lunch quietly.

"Tough break at the tables?"

You look up to see a handsome-looking man with beaming presence.

"Yeah," you say.

"A word of advice: you never sit at those tables if you want to blend in. All the chill ones are hanging around the halls," he says. "I'm Eric, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Eric," you tell him and shake his hand.

"Listen. I know this is quick and all, but I was wondering if I can walk home with you?"


You smile at him, and think about it.

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