Alpha Delta and a Virgin Shirley on the Steps of the Met

T sat on the steps outside Eileen's apartment eating her Alpha Delta pizza alone. She was wearing a bright red jacket and headphones the size of two small saucers. As I passed by, she asked me if I would sit with her until she was done so she didn't look like a loser. I happily obliged, virgin shirley in hand. I slowly sipped on my drink while we talked about our lives. C saw us and sat with us for a bit and then we decided to go study. I told T that if I didn't know her and I saw her sitting alone with her pizza, I wouldn't think she's a loser and would in fact probably find her cool.