07: Ayala

Well, Ethan entered the common area and looked around for a place to sit and saw an empty seat next to a new student and across from Dr. Summerfield. She was very smart and reminded him of a Lara Croft type only no mansion or man-servant. The new student seemed like Red Sonya with loose long hair and an MMA fighters physique. He stood there with a tray in hand and an array of fruit and a hoagie sandwich with meatballs and enough melted provolone and mozzarella to be dripped cheese on the tray. It would not be a clean meal.

"Mind if I sit here?" Ethan asked politely more directed to the adult than the "Glamazon." Ayala would notice tears in his jeans around his knees and long blond hair that lay over one eye and skin the color of milk-drenched coffee. He had a thin but strong frame and Ayala could see that his left eye changed color periodically sometimes becoming unnatural colors she may have never seen on a person.

"Name's Ethan...hope you are being treated, ok?" Ethan's said with a voice that was both youthful but full of confidence.