POV’s Tate
Biting into my grilled cheese, I watched as Philip walked over. His eyes darted somewhere behind me, and I didn’t have to look to know that he had spotted Penny.
He came up to me, putting his fingers under my chin and tilting my head up to face him. That was a new one. I smiled at him, or tried to, since my mouth was full of grilled cheese.
“You have something here,” he murmured, putting on a show of wiping the edge of my mouth.
“Want a bite?” I asked once I’d finished chewing.
Philip glanced down at the food in my hand, wrinkling his nose slightly. “I’ll pass.”
“Your loss,” I mumbled, taking another bite.
“Alright, guys,” Eren grabbed our attention. “Everyone knows what car they’re in?”
We all nodded.
“Good. Let’s get going. We wanna beat the University rush hour. Don’
