The Following Week After The Tournament
The dining hall was loud in that familiar way—trays clattering, chairs scraping, voices competing to be heard over the general chaos. Lucian sat at his usual table near the window, a tray of food he wasn't really hungry for in front of him. Across from him, Leo was demolishing a sandwich with the kind of enthusiasm that suggested he hadn't eaten in days.
"Dude," Leo said around a mouthful of bread, "you won that thing, right? The martial arts club tournament?"
Lucian picked up his fork. "Yeah."
"I didn't even know you were in a martial arts club."
"It's new."
Leo swallowed. "Well, congrats. I guess? Is it a big deal?"
Jenna slid into the seat next to Leo, her phone already out. "It's a big deal if he got a trophy. Did you get a trophy?"
Lucian's fork hovered over his tray. "There was a trophy."
"Where is it? Can I see it?"
"It's in my room."
"Can I take a picture of it?"
"It's not that impressive."
