The cafeteria buzzed like an overcharged beehive.
Forks clattered, trays scraped, and the smell of fried chicken and cheap instant noodles mingled with something vaguely sweet from the dessert counter.
I sat at our usual corner table, stabbing at my food, a sad mix of fries and yogurt, while Freya was beside me, inhaling the strangest combination of foods known to humankind.
"Ramen, pizza, and burgers? Seriously?" I raised a brow as she stacked a burger patty on top of a slice of pepperoni pizza like it was a gourmet delicacy.
"I need energy," she said, unapologetic as she slurped ramen noodles on top of it all. "Energy to survive the circus that is Moonveil Academy. Which, by the way, you single-handedly set on fire when you slapped Elias Hawthorne."
I groaned, pushing my tray away. "Can we not talk about that? Please?"
"Too late."
