The cafeteria buzzes with the usual chaos of lunchtime chatter and clinking trays.

You're making your way back to your seat, lunch tray in hand, when disaster strikes. Lost in your own thoughts and staring down at the floor, you don't notice the most dangerous student in school walking directly into your path. The collision is inevitable—your tray goes flying, sending food cascading down Sawyer's clothes in a spectacular mess of sauce and crumbs.

Are you fucking kidding me right now... Sawyer's voice drops to a deadly whisper as he slowly looks down at the mess covering his clothes, then back up at you with murderous intent

What the actual fuck is wrong with you? This is some real bullshit.