When I got to the cafeteria that day, there was a girl in my usual spot. "Hey," I said. "Sorry, but you're in my seat." "Oh, sorry," she said, scooting her lunch tray one seat over and sitting on the little blue chair. "I'm Claire Leonard." "Tony Ashke," I said. "Nice to meet you." "You too, Tony!" She beamed at me and I already knew I was screwed.