"Yves, Yves, Yves," Zane shook his head in disappointment, "You're not thinking about the things you do very well, are you?"
Zane sat at one of the tables in the cafeteria, directly across from the girl, who simply stared at him with an annoyed glare. She didn't speak a word as he eyed her down, keeping this loose smirk on his face all the while. He let out a slight chuckle before leaning back in his seat and cracking his shoulders.
"You know, I can sit here all day. I don't have anywhere to be. But that could easily be avoided if you just voluntarily talked to me."
"Nothing's forcing me to stay or to talk to you," she mumbled, crossing her arms and turning her head to the side, not looking at him anymore.
"That's just a blatant lie."
"And why do you say that?"
"Because if there was nothing forcing you to stay here, you would've already left the room, don't you think?"
"...Well, maybe I just don't feel like leaving the room. Maybe I'm hungry, and that's why I'm still in here."
"Maybe...but you clearly don't want to be around me, so you could've gone to another table. No, I think that the reason you're still here is because you've got something you don't want to talk about, something that you know would look really bad for you if our team found out."
"I don't have anything to hide..."
The girl started losing the confidence that she always had about her, and Zane could tell. His loose smile grew into a mighty smirk as he leaned closer to her, his presence taunting her. In her mind, she knew that she could've left already...so why hadn't she? What was forcing her to talk to this boy that clearly had some dirt on her?
"Yves, I'm not like the others. When I get a hint of something foul in the air, I don't drop my guard and take things by word of mouth. I seek to find the source on my own. I make sure that I find it, too. So, you saying that you don't have anything to hide isn't going to throw me off of your trail, not by a long shot. I'm onto you, Yves. And once I find what I'm looking for...you can bet your life that you'll be taking your leave from this shabby island."
The boy stood from the table, patting Yves on the shoulder as he walked past her, soon leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. The girl let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he was gone, and looked back down at the table. It was then, that something caught her eye...something shiny in the peripheral of her vision. She rose from her seat, walking on over to the object, and picked it up from the ground, recognizing it as a sort of guitar pick...but larger. It felt a lot heavier than normal, too. Upon inspecting it, she noticed that it had two words engraved on it. For CJ.