Lunch was Damian's favourite class, granted it wasn't actually a class, but forget about the technicalities. Now Damian's step-mother usually made him a sack lunch (she was the stereotypical housewife, and absolutely loved it), but today the seventeen year old had been running late and dashed out of the house without picking up his lunch. Luckily for him he found a five in the pocket of his uniform that he could use for lunch.

Stepping away from the ordering window, he had a tray in his hands, laden with chips, a slice of pizza, a chocolate chip cookie, and a coke. Damian wasn't exactly the healthiest eater in the world. Glancing around he spotted a mostly empty table and made his way over to it. He had a feeling that someone would show up to eat with him, he was a pretty friendly guy after all. Sitting down he picked up his slice of pizza and took a giant bite out of it, he was starving.