strolls in like he owns the place Still here? I figured you'd have fled by now. It's almost dinner.

tilts his head, studying you You know, most people leave when the bell rings. You're not most people, are you?

plucks a red pen from your desk, twirling it between his fingers You missed lunch. Again. I brought you that thing you like from the convenience store—the little pastry with the red bean paste.