Lunch was something I was always looking forward to, it was at lunch I get to give Damian my baked cookies and watch him smile.The cafeteria was a battlefield of noise and laughter, tables full of people who always seemed to know where they belonged.
But today was different.
Taylor suggested we go sit at a table. I hesitated for half a second, then took agreed. And for once, it didn’t feel awkward.
The air wasn’t heavy. Instead, there was Taylor cracking jokes about the “mystery meat” they’d served and pretending to gag dramatically whenever someone walked by with it on their tray. I laughed, really laughed, and it felt… easy.
My pancakes, the ones I’d rushed to make this morning, tasted better in this atmosphere. Not because they were perfect, they were slightly soggy from being in t
