The microwave spun my dinner in circles, the low hum drowning out some of the chatter from the other interns in the kitchen. Despite most of them being familiar faces, I didn’t feel tempted to join any of the conversations. I also didn’t feel out of place or like I shouldn’t be there. Not like how the apprentices at the clinic made me feel.
Balancing the tray of lasagna on my plate, I sat down at the kitchen island. I could eat in my room but I was enjoying the atmosphere. Sometimes it was nice to be around people without having to engage. Peter smiled as he deposited another of his mugs in the sink and I couldn’t help but be amused. Across the room, Aaron was doing his best to charm a girl from another floor with one of his inflated stories. Some things never changed.
“Hello,” a familia
