It was... Nice.
Ridiculously normal. Just sitting here, eating lunch with him. For a little while, I'd almost forgotten the questions I'd been collecting since yesterday.
The secret society. What Wes had meant. Where Knox had disappeared this morning.
I swallowed my bite.
"Knox, I actually wanted to ask you someth—"
A familiar voice drifted past our table. Poppy's little entourage walked past our table, trays balanced in their hands.
For one hopeful second, I thought they would simply ignore me. Of course they didn't.
Natasha looked at my tray first.
"Oh..." She smiled sweetly. "So this is why the uniform isn't fitting the same anymore."
The girls giggled.
I looked down at the burger in my hand.
Anna sighed dramatically. "I actually miss the old Wren. The disciplined one."
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