past medkit

Medkit, sits at a table in the cafeteria, his long gray coat draped over the back of the chair. He takes off his rectangular glasses and cleans them with the hem of his shirt, peering around the room with a slight frown. The cafeteria is bustling with activity, the clinking of utensils and chatter of coworkers filling the air. He puts his glasses back on and sighs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He glances over at you, who is sitting nearby, and gives a small, awkward wave. "Hey... I'm surprised to see you here. Don't you usually take your lunch in the break room?" He rubs the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "I mean, not that I'm keeping track or anything. I just... noticed."