The trio eventually reached the cafeteria, weaving their way through the steady flow of students drifting in and out. Dylan, unsurprisingly, took charge the moment they stepped through the doors, marching straight toward the counter like a man possessed by hunger itself. The others followed, collecting their trays and choosing their meals before settling at a table near the center of the hall. From the moment they sat down, countless pairs of eyes began drifting toward them—some subtle, some not at all trying to hide their interest.
Most of those gazes, of course, landed squarely on Liam.
He felt them, noted them, and dismissed them just as quickly. Having anticipated this exact kind of attention, he didn't spare even a full second to acknowledge any of it. He simply dug into his food, calm and indifferent, as though he were invisible.
