"Over here!" Manon waves at me when I enter the cafeteria, as if I don't already know about our favorite secluded corner where no eyes can reach.
I head over to her, collecting our juice and pies—thank god she didn't order coffee in this heat—before sitting on the small two-seater table after accepting a hug from her. As per our ritual, we don't speak until we've taken a bite of our food and let out unified hums of approval, Manon hitting the table and glancing up at the ceiling—just like Chester does.
"He's rubbing off on you already?" I ask with a mouthful of food, glancing at her.
"Who?" Manon scrunches her brows in confusion.
"Chester, duh!"
She blushes. "You never miss a chance to rip me when it comes to him, do you?" Another bite into her pie. "Well news flash, hun. I'm not letting you off the hook with Desmond either."
