No one is eating outside today because it’s cold. Kate is trying to find them a table while Nick gets their lunch. She’s thinking they’d be better off to go home to eat as she cruises through the caf. There is an occasional empty seat but no place to squeeze two. This is nuts.
A flash of movement and she looks over and sees Adam waving at her. Oh look, he’s at a corner table with his friend Dave and – joy oh joy — empty seats.
Great! Kate grins and gives him a thumbs up and looks back to see where Nick is at. Perfect. He’s heading her way with a couple of bowls of soup balanced on a tray. And coffee. Nick knows she needs her caffeine fix. He’s even stopped lecturing her about it. She beckons him to follow and she pushes on to Adam’s table.
“Thanks Adam, you’re a lifesaver.” Kate pulls out a chair.
Adam smiles shyly. “I am happy to help the computer club hostess.”
“Well, you sure did, big time.” She grins. “I was thinking we were gonna have to take our lunch home. I sure don’t plan on having lunch in Nick’s lab. Ever.”
Adam laughs while Dave raises his eyebrows.
“My husband’s a med student,” Kate says while stacking abandoned dishes on her side of the table onto an empty tray.
Dave gets it. “I see your point.”
Nick arrives with his full tray and Kate asks, “You guys met?” as she carries the tray of debris to a clearing station.
Adam nods. “Hi Nick.”
Nick sets the tray down, and tells them “Thanks. I wasn’t looking forward to lunch in the lab.”
“Yeah, Kate said.”
Nick comes around the table beside Dave, extending a hand. “Nick Stone, med school.”
Shaking hands, “Dave LeBlanc, engineering.”
Nick grins, distributing the tray contents. “This your first year?” Nick asks as Kate returns.
“Yes. It’s much more intense than high school was.”
Nick laughs as Kate crumbles the sealed package of crackers into dust then sprinkles it into her tomato soup.
“You know, your accent sounds just like my friend Krys. Whereabouts are you from, Dave?” Kate asks.
Dave says, “I’m from Walkerton. But I don’t have an accent.”
Kate laughs. “Sure you do. I guess it’s not the same, then, because she’s from a place called Paisley.”
“That would have put us in the same school. Paisley doesn’t have a high school; they get bussed to Walkerton.” Dave says. Then he frowns. “I have an accent?”
“Just a little one.” Kate smiles back. “You mean I was right? Awesome.”
“What do you know,” grins Nick. “Henry Higgins.”
“I had no idea Christine ended up at Christie.”
“Not Christine, Krystal. In computer science.”
Dave nods. “It was a small school, Kate, and everybody knows everybody. We didn’t have a Krystal, but there was Computer Chris. It would have to be Christine. Must be she’s reinvented herself.” Dave shrugs. “I guess I would too if I were her.”
