🐞MTOABB🐞

Katelyn walks up to me with her notebook in her hand. She towers me as she comes to a standstill next to my seat.

“May I sit there.” She points at the seat next to mine - Gomes’ seat. It was his seat and only his. I didn't have permission to lend his seat to anyone. But then again he's not here - he wouldn't know. If he was here then he would be sitting in his seat, but is he here? -- No.

I am overthinking this - just say 'yes' and let the girl sit. That way you won't be much of a loner sitting all by...