Latif’s Pov
I called out after the girl hurrying away, "I'm sorry!" She didn’t look back, and honestly, I wasn’t too bothered. My gaze fell to my white shirt, now splattered with milkshake thanks to my ridiculous best friend, Edward, who had insisted on ordering it. With a sigh, I made my way to our table in the bustling cafeteria.
"About time you arrived," my friend Rowan remarked, his eyes glued to the pages of his book. I slid into the seat beside him. "How are you holding up?" he inquired, noting that the other two friends were still absent.
"To be honest, not great."
Rowan nodded, understanding that he wouldn’t pry any further. That was just his way.
"What took you so long, and where's my milkshake?" Edward Hale chimed in, settling between me and Rowan. "Seriously, Hale, maybe yo
