Paige's POV
My stomach grumbles at me. It was a bad idea to skip dinner last night. I'm starving. Colin is too. It's how we ended up in the dining hall at 4 am, attempting to make our own breakfast.
"You know, we could just wait for the diner to open," Colin says, scraping the burned bacon into the trash. "I think it opens at seven."
As much as I love the idea of someone else cooking my food, I'm having fun with Colin.
"No, no. We should know how to cook ourselves breakfast by now. We are adults. Aren't we?"
"Is that what we are? Wow! I had no idea."
I say nothing, pulling the fridge open to grab another package of bacon. I put it next to the other empty packages.
"Come on; fourth time's the charm."
"I don't think that's how the saying goes."
This time he turns
