"You know what, man? Never mind." Chris waves a hand in a dismissive gesture, but he's not actually... Leaving. At all. In fact he's planting himself on the ground right next to the bench. Sandwich in one hand, phone in the other.

He's not really interested in arguing, but he's really interested in getting that bench, which is why there may well be a crowd of obnoxious young adults starting to accumulate over the next 10 minutes or so. Loud music and everything.