Stress-induced picnic

Chapter 4 - midterms - round 2 (part 2)

After her last midterm the following Monday, Quinn decided to spend some time enjoying the campus; the cementing detail in her school choice was the campus itself. The school was old and all of the buildings looked rustic, the culmination of the old, brick buildings felt as though you were pulled back in time, it was peaceful and Quinn had barely had any time during her second month to enjoy it before the snowfall. She wandered around, stopping every once and awhile to smoke or just relish the beauty.
Underneath one of the trees on the edge of the science quarter sat a very round and heavy Sable. Is he stalking me, or am I stalking him? (Maybe it's better we don't answer that one...), she mused. He was alone, yet there were several containers of food surrounding him. The weather was still warm enough that eating outside wasn't out of the question, but it looked almost like he was having a picnic. Before she had totally thought through what she was doing, Quinn found herself standing above Sable. His eyes moved up her short and small frame until they found her very wide ones. "Hello...?", he began.
"Hi... I'm, uh, Quinn, I'm taking neurobiology, I think I've seen you around before, were you at the orientation week on the first day? At the club fair?" Her eyes darted downward and her blush pushed further up her face. When she finally found his eyes again, she saw he had almost the same expression, though now he was also nervously looking at each container of food. "Uh, yeah... and, um... also, this food isn't all for me..." His red face carried the weight of his fat and lies, but Quinn only dejectedly tried to smile. "Oh, is someone meeting you? I can leave you-" "No! No... it's, um..." Sable's face burned bright red, and his breathing began picking up slightly, causing the big strip of fat sitting on his lap to wobble. "Then do you mind if I sit down with you?" "Sure... I'm Peter, by the way."
Quinn giggled as she sat next to the bashful boy. "So, what's for lunch?", she asked. Peter looked away from her and the food, "um, well...". Before he could finish, Quinn began opening containers; in the first one was an assortment of cookies and brownies, at least a dozen of each. In the next one was a pile of eclairs haphazardly laying on top of one another; in the next were cupcakes, though only four remained from what looked like at least a dozen. The last two were both empty, one had the remains of some pasta sauce and noodles, what looked like enough for three people, and the other looked as though it used to hold dinner rolls.