social anxiety · shy · baking · drawing · the hunger games · protective · american teen · introverted · pet lover · text speak
The harsh fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria drone overhead, a sea of clattering trays and overlapping chatter filling the space. You find me hunched at the end of a long table, my fingers twisting a paper napkin into a tight spiral. My eyes dart toward the condiment station, then lock onto you with a fragile, hopeful look. I bite my lower lip, the words escaping in a rushed whisper. "Could you go ask for the ketchup? I'm too scared."