Honestly, I thought we were heading to the school cafeteria. It made sense, simple, easy, nearby.
But no. I was wrong.
We walked right past the cafeteria without even slowing down.
The smell of food drifted out as we passed, oily fries, instant noodles, meat pies, and my stomach practically begged me to stop.
But Yara's pace didn't falter once, and of course, me being me, I had to open my mouth.
"Uh, aren't we going to the cafeteria?" I asked.
She shot me a weird look, like I had just asked whether the sky was blue.
For a second, I thought she was going to ignore me outright, but maybe our little agreement from earlier was still in effect.
Answering my questions, at least the bearable ones.
"I don't go to cafeterias," she said flatly. "Never have. I like my privacy and peace."
Her tone was calm, but the conviction behind it told me she wasn't lying.
Yara didn't seem like the type to waste time explaining herself.
