Elena's pov:
During lunchtime, I confidently told Carl what I wanted to eat and then strutted to find a place to seat, of course, expecting him to come find me when he's done with the order.
The cafeteria was bustling with several long queues, and I could see Carl standing somewhere in the middle, patiently waiting his turn. His golden blonde head was like a shiny beacon.
I rummaged through my schoolbag and pulled out a bag of French fries, more interested in playing with them than actually eating. I tossed the fries into the air, skillfully catching them in my mouth.
Ryle returned from getting his own meal and observed my little show, stroking his chin and nodding like a sage. "And here, we have the clown in her natural habitat."
"Go straight to hell."
"Only if you lead me there," h
