"... As she says, just down this hallway. If you would follow me?"
"Uh...yea...class, *ahem* we should uh...we should get going."
"Good idea," Ami chimed in, monotone as ever. She didn't want to be later than she already was.
Lunch time. Lunch time was always a good time. Lots of people in the cafeteria. To some, that was just more reason not to eat there, but for Amity Cole, crowds were a welcome thing she could put up with all day. More people in a crowd just meant the odds of making a new friend were all the higher. For this reason, Ami always ate in the cafeteria unless she'd previously made arrangements with someone to eat elsewhere. Which actually happened far less than one would expect from her friendly nature. Another thing to know about Ami, however, was she hated cafeteria lines and food. However, she also didn't like to cook. So what else would she do, but buy herself lunches a week at a time in town?
Eating wasn't her favorite part of the day, though. It was because having her sense of taste but not her sense of touch was...awkward. She knew what the food tasted like, but she didn't know where it was in her mouth, how tough it was, and so on. The only thing she knew for sure was the flavor. For this reason, she also avoided hard-to-chew foods like the plague. Today's lunch was abnormally simple, even by Ami's standards. It was because her little puppet show earlier had forced her to just grab one item on the way out. Nothing special, just one of those bagged yakisoba breads from the convenience store, and a bottle of water she got from a vending machine. The way she saw it, worst case scenario, she could just compensate by eating a big dinner.
As she traversed the cafeteria, though, in search of a place to sit, she saw a face. One she recognized. That guy from earlier! When she'd asked about where her classroom was; the tall one! He seemed to be sitting alone. Somebody with as friendly a nature as Ami refused to keep it that way. Trying - and if she could see herself, knowing that she was miserably failing - to put on another smile. Then she sat herself across from the tall guy whose name she didn't pick up earlier. No point letting someone sit alone when they could hang out with someone, right? Extending a hand and double-checking visually to make sure she did, Ami said "We met before class, remember? I'm Amity Cole, but everyone just calls me Ami. Who're you?" If there were any tone to her voice, it would no doubt be a friendly one.