They call this lunch?

Jocelyn qued up and got a lunch. Used to cooking her own lunches this was a change not welcome. It's not like she hadn't eaten processed foods, but given the option it was far from what would be chosen.

Seeing the tables were mostly full, and few seats open. She saw a seat, but it was at a clearly popular table. Seeing mostly cheerleaders and football players. "Nope." she thought. She kept searching. Seeing the girl with chunky glasses, at least a face she knew. They might not be friends but at least they wouldn't want to talk sports, or ask her to join the cheer squad.

She stepped around the people and took a seat on the end of the table that the girl sat at. Though not striking up conversation. She began to poke at her food.