We stood outside the small cafe near the edge of campus, staring through the window at students inside sipping tea and eating pastries.
The smell of fresh bread and coffee drifted out every time someone opened the door.
My stomach growled.
Kyle sighed. "That looks so good."
"Yeah."
"I want that."
"Same."
We stood there for another moment, just... staring.
Then Kyle patted his pockets, his expression falling. "I'm broke."
"I know."
"How are you not more upset about this?"
I glanced at him.
"I've been broke my entire life. This is normal."
"Urgh!" He groaned, slumping against the wall.
"But I had money. I had it. And then I spent it all... why did I buy that stupid extra sword?"
"Because you're an idiot."
"Fair."
We stood there in broke solidarity, watching students inside enjoy things we couldn't afford.
Then Kyle straightened suddenly, his eyes lighting up.
Oh no.
"I have an idea," he said.
"I don't like it already."
"You haven't even heard it yet!"
