BLAIR’S POV.
I sat alone in the cafeteria eating my homemade lunch. I scanned the hall hoping I would see Stella but she was not in the area.
“Is this seat taken ?” Valerie asked in her ever cheerful voice.
“It's free,” I answered but before I could finish my sentence, Valerie sat down next to me, bringing out her lunch.
She took a glance at me. “You brought your own lunch too, I knew we were perfect for each other,” Valerie said giggling.
“Yeah I did,” I said swallowing down my sandwich.
“I always hated food that was not properly made by my chef, I have specific dietary needs and I hate having to suffer because someone forgets to do their job well,” she said.
“Oh!” I mouthed “It must be tough for you,”
“Yes, it is. Do you also have that same issue is that why you don’t eat the
