“Sophie, may I speak to you a moment?”
With a sigh, Sophie sat down what was left of her sandwich and slowly turned her head. Connie looked like she had recently stuck a highlighter in each nostril they were flaring so widely. “What’s up, Connie?” She still had food in her mouth, and she didn’t really care, even though it was probably a little rude to try and communicate that way. She was starving and only had minutes left to finish.
Clearing her voice, Connie said, “Might I speak to you privately for a moment?”
There were a couple of kids still sitting at the table, though they were talking to each other and playing a game with their hands. “I’m sort of trying to finish my lunch here,” Sophie noted. She hoped her tone wasn’t too rude, but she knew where this conversation was going, and
