Go get lunch

You quickly walk off, heading to the cafeteria. After a few minutes of walking you push through the double doors, walking inside. You go to grab a tray, only to spot Caoimhe waving you over from her seat. You head over.

"Hey, Caoimhe. How are you?"

"Great," she smiles. "I got you lunch."

You look down at the second tray of mashed potatoes and sausages in a baguette roll she's gotten for you and smile gratefully as you sit down.

"Thanks," you smile.

"So, how's your day been?" Caoimhe asks.

"Pretty good. I'm finally getting used to this place. How about you?"

"Pretty good," Caoimhe says, mid-bite. "My English teacher said my essay was the best in the class."

"Well done. What was it about?"

"Oh, it was like a mashed up, really summarized version of a play I want to write."

"Go on," you nod.

"Well, it's about this guy who's struggling to deal with the PTSD of World War 1 just as World War 2 starts and his kids want to go fight like a hero after their father. It reads better than what I'm describing."

"It sounds interesting. Can I read it?" you say as you tear a chunk of sausage-stuffed baguette with your teeth.

"Ugh, no, not a chance. I'll let you see the play when its finished, but the essay isn't great."

"If you say so. Are you planning to take the play to the stage properly?"

"Uh... I don't know," Caoimhe admits, staring off into the distance. "I want to go into plays and drama, but the "Smart" part of my brain says just go into law and keep it as a hobby."

"Well, you should reach for the stars, shouldn't you?"

"Stop it," Caoimhe says, rolling her eyes. "I'm not looking for that 'Follow your dreams' bullshit that's always pushed on people."

"Noted. Well, you know... your dreams mean nothing and we'll all die and that's it. Better?"

"Shut up," Caoimhe says. "You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Sure I do. But I was born an asshole. You chose to date an asshole."

"Touché," Caoimhe says, before looking at her wristwatch. "Ah fudge, I'm late for class."

"Fudge? Is that your swear word of choice? You've got dozens of great choices, and that's not even going into the homophobic, racist or sexist ones, and fuck, those are the best ones!"

"Asshole," Caoimhe says, leaning in and kissing you, before heading off.

You quickly finish your meal, before continuing on with the day.