The cafeteria buzzed with chatter, clinking plates, and the smell of freshly baked bread. Students crowded together in lively groups, trading gossip over trays of steaming food.
But amid all the noise, one table stood out.
It wasn't just the luxurious tablecloth or the polished silverware — no, it was the students sitting there. Impeccably dressed, calm and elegant, they had an untouchable air about them. Their uniforms looked just a bit sharper, their posture more refined.
The student council.
Their presence alone felt like a beam of light — blinding and impossible to ignore.
"They look like they stepped straight out of a royal court…" someone whispered, clutching their tray a little tighter.
Another voice, filled with desperate envy, hissed from the crowd. "I would literally kill just to have a seat at that table."
