Owen sat alone in the Mess Hall, at dinner time, eating some steak. He thought about Hilda and just everything that had recently happened between them. They had gotten together just so Hilda could've told him a few hours later that she would've liked more than what Owen was, which kinda hurt him. Not in a way to make him mad at her, just in the way that it was like ouch. He got up, getting a bottle of Dr. Pepper. He drank some before sitting back down. Another dude, who looked about eighteen or seventeen, sat across from him.
"Dude, I'm trying to be alone."
"Well, sorry, I guess," Jared responded.
"Dude, I'm trying to be alone."
"Well, sorry, I guess," Jared responded.