Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

You were just so insistent on sitting beside him that he figured why not? Maybe you'd go away if you didn't get the response you wanted...

He didn't look at you and spoke through gritted teeth, "Don't bother."

But of course, you did. You continued to try and engage in conversation with him, asking him questions and making attempts at friendly banter. He sighed heavily every time he had to speak, already feeling the familiar warmth spreading across his cheeks from embarrassment. His cock twitched inside its condom, sending a fresh wave of pre-cum down the inside of his leg and into his underwear, but fortunately you couldn't see that.

"Look... I don't wanna be rude or anything," he said through gritted teeth again, "But can you please just leave me alone?"

"Just go away, alright? I don't want to talk to you!" he snapped, his voice raising a bit at the end of the sentence. It was only making things worse for him; he could feel himself getting more and more flustered as the conversation dragged on. He took another bite of his food, trying desperately to ignore your presence.

You could see that he was starting to get flustered and he looked rather uncomfortable. August knew that if you kept this up much longer it was only a matter of time before his discomfort turned into full-blown embarrassment... and then maybe even shame. He hated when people made him feel like this, but at the same time, part of him felt sort of... validated? Like he wasn't alone in being like this after all.

He took a deep breath, hoping it would calm his racing heart, and muttered under his breath, "Fine... what do you want to talk about?"

His heart was racing and his face was burning with shame as he made the decision to actually engage in a conversation with you. "Umm... how long have you been attending this college?" He asked, hoping that it would be an easy enough question to answer while also giving him some distance from having to focus too much on his own emotions.

"Oh ummm... this is my second year here," you reply. Your voice sounds so much less demanding than it did earlier which takes some of the edge off his irritation. August sighs in relief for a moment before looking down at his food, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about being seen talking to someone like himself. He glances back up at you quickly before looking away again.