Alex and Bastian pushed through the cafeteria's carved double doors, the hum of student chatter and clinking dishes washing over them like a warm tide.
The room was a marvel, its vaulted ceiling painted with swirling nebulae that pulsed faintly, as if the stars themselves dined here.
Long tables of polished wood stretched across the marble floor, their surfaces gleaming under floating chandeliers that cast prismatic light, weaving through the savory aroma of roasted herbs, spiced fruit, and fresh-baked bread.
Students milled about, trays laden with vibrant dishes, glistening berries, golden pastries, and steaming bowls of something that smelled like stew.
Alex's stomach growled, his blonde hair catching the light as he followed Bastian to the serving line, his confidence buoyed by the other boy's easy grin.
