And so it begins
Get some food in your mouth, they had told him. It wasn't a really serious injury, just a nick from an exercise gone wrong, but it had bled a fair bit as it as right next to his left eyebrow. That place bleeds like a stuck pig with the slightest provocation.
He would soon be out of there, but his friend- kind of friend, technically the person that did this to him- said that it's the best option they had for miles and miles. He was still struggling to comprehend the distance in the US, nothing like where he'd come from, and he didn't have a car, so he was at the mercy of Eric. At least he was a nice, chill dude, kind enough to drive him all the way here.
While not particularly squeamish, the food didn't seem all that appetizing. He looked around the table with a slightly awkward glance, his gaze lingering ever so slightly at the pretty tough-looking redhead, exactly his type, but settled at his phone again. He hated making other people uncomfortable, and getting stared at by a long-haired, bearded mediterranean man in his late 30's definitely counted as that, especially around here.
He just waited for a bit, for Eric to come over and grab a tray of his own, idling away at his phone. There was a small taped pad right where the nick was, but other than that seemed fit as a fiddle.