Quinton Ross
Continuing to keep his entertained gaze on the seemingly starved girl whilst he regularly placed lettuce leaves into his empty mouth, it only took seconds until the figure slowed down a bit, paused, and in a matter of milliseconds looking up at him before he had the chance to react and turn his pupils away to avoid the predicted eye contact. Momentarily pausing his chewing jaw to await her reaction, he noticed her cheeks swarm with a slightly redder shade, but not being able to fully comprehend why, he assumed that it was caused by the morning warmth. “At least I’m not like them”, she flicked her head towards the father side of the cafeteria and it only took the sound of obnoxious laughter for him to picture how much worse the scene was compared to her. A light shudder, she took in another spoonful, but this time at a more cautious pace. Speaking of which, he realized he and Drew didn't look too different from those boys just last night. Worse, even...
It wasn't too long after til he heard a clattering of a plate just in front of him while he had his head down trying to fork a slippery tomato.
“Morning Ari! Quinn, Ari. Ari, Quinn.” And he was off chowing down on a pile of eggs, strips of crisp bacon, and mushrooms.
"Ha-hah!", he exclaimed as he finally tamed the plump red vegetable in triumph. "Hmm?", he glanced up just in time to catch him winking at her, Quinn rolled his eyes. She was one of his girls again, and if she wasn't, then she would be added to the list pretty soon.
“You’re going to be starving by lunch. Ari’s got the right idea. Got to get in those carbs and protein.” His suggestion was accurate indeed and the thought prompted him to oogle his plate with a decisive expression.
“Especially when you’re helping the first years. Speaking of, I should probably get going. Going to be a long day hauling luggage. Bye, Drew! I’ll see you guys around!” It didn't come as a surprise as she had already been there before the two of them and taking into account the speed at which she had been devouring her breakfast, she probably hadn't spent more than fifteen minutes sitting there.
Surveying her to make sure she was out of earshot and out of the hall, he picked up his dish and scurried around the table, scooting in right beside Drew and elbowing his ribs. "Man oh man.. she seems nice. But she's poking at the ~danger zone~," he chanted the last pair of words in a sing-songish tune. He paused and added in some finger-jutting action towards his buddy's plate before stealing a couple of slices of bacon from his platter and stuffing the ends into his own mouth. "I'll probably see her later. I'm volunteering to help out the First Years too." The words were muffled by a mouth full of leaves and equal amounts of jacked pan-fried pig.