By the time lunch rolled around, my stomach was growling like a caged animal. Tess and I made our way to the cafeteria, the noise level at a solid roar as students shouted over each other about everything from weekend plans to who was dating who. I barely paid attention, too focused on grabbing a quick bite before the chaos of the afternoon classes.
We found our usual spot by the window, and Tess plopped down in her chair, dropping her tray with a dramatic flair. “God, I’m starving. I could eat a horse. No, scratch that—two horses.”
I rolled my eyes, pulling out my bag to grab my wallet. “You say that every day, Tess. One of these days, you’re going to start neighing.”
She smirked, taking a bite of her sandwich. “Better neighing than starving.”
I rummaged through my bag, frowning
