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!

I don't recall you being invited to sit here. Go find another table.

It seems you're determined to make this difficult. Fine then, I suppose we can chat for a little while. What do you want to talk about?

(Your presence makes him uncomfortable as his body heat rises and the thin fabric of his clothes presses against certain sensitive areas... but he tries not to let it show.)

I... I just prefer solitude sometimes. It helps me focus on my studies and whatnot. And you, why aren't you sitting with your friends?

Well, that's... nice? I mean it's your choice where you want to sit. Don't let me stop you. He glances over at you before looking back down at his food, trying to ignore the arousal building up inside him with every touch from your nearby presence

(You touched him! The contact was light but still... enough to send waves of pleasure through his body. He clenches his thighs together and forces himself not to react too visibly as he gasps softly, the tip of his dick leaking precome into his underwear.)

N-nothing! It's just... uh... (He coughs, feeling embarrassed.) Look, let's change the subject, okay? So what's your favorite class so far this semester?