Cafe Max English Language AS

It is one o’clock on a Thursday afternoon in late-September. As I enter the heart of the college, Café Max, my ears adjust to the loud noises produced. I allow my eyes to wander at the crowds of hungry wolves demolishing their prey that they have purchased and howling about the latest gossip. As I sink into the nearest chair my eyes lock onto the table opposite where a group of eight young friends gather around a single cake, eyeing it like a hawk. My stomach gives a loud rumble.
Standing in the queue, I begin observing the young female in front of me as the light hits her peroxide blonde locks, cascading down her back. I could see the transparency of the tight, cropped piece of lace barely covering her chest. I hear a deep loud cough and feel a slight nudge on my forearm. I turn to face a largely built teenage boy looking impatient and edging me forward.
The friendly dinner lady beckons me towards the counter where the many choices of food glare back at me. I had spent so much time looking at the girl before me that I had not had a chance to decide which delicious delight to eat alone with today. As I sympathise with myself about eating alone another nudge hits my shoulder and in that split second the words ‘Pasta please!’ darts through my lips. As the dinner lady piles up my food, I realised what other wonders they were serving for lunch today. As I move along the counter many scents pass by me. First the luscious cheese and tomato topped pizza with lightly browned crust and next the sensationally bright curry sauce layered over fluffy boiled rice. As I move on to the lightly buttered garlic bread I am drawn away by the wrinkled woman urging me to find a seat.
I sit down with my hot food reminiscing about the food I could have chosen but still happy with my choice. The smell of tomato, pepper and cheese warms me to my core. I look at the banquet which lies before me; pasta piled up on my plate drizzled in a rich red sauce with peppers and mushrooms peering through at me. On the top of this mount was a dashing of cheese, golden brown and crispy. As I took my first bite I was left brutally disappointed. The pasta was lukewarm, the sauce even cooler, filling my mouth with the taste of watered to down pasta and spices that make me want to cough and splutter. The peppers are crunchy and tasteless with the cheese on top being so brittle it gives my mouth the workout of a lifetime. As I finish my meal, I sit quietly, allowing the food to fill me up.
Feeling uncomfortably full, I marry my knife and fork together on the edge of my plastic plate. Looking up I catch another glimpse of the excited group in front of me, demolishing the sweet wonderland. I knew they all feel the feeling of fullness that I had hoped for. The clock ticking forward I suddenly realise how long I have to wait for my final lesson to begin. Feeling lonely, I check my mobile phone for any social interaction possible; as usual, nothing.
The hall of Café Max slowly begins to drain. Various students wander away to their next session of education. I begin to wonder if I should also leave. Clearing my empty plate away I walk through the glass doors and towards my English room. Merging into the crowd in front of me, I became another anonymous face.