ELSA's POV
I sigh and pull my bag higher up my shoulder. “I can’t wait to actually eat.”
Kim laughs. “Me too... I hope they have that mushroom pasta.”
My stomach grumbles at the memory. “Please stop... thinking of it is torture!”
All I can think about now is golden pasta mixed with spices and sliced up mushrooms.... pipping got pizza dripping with cheese and sauce.... the pop and frizz of a can of cola... oh God.
I finally spot the cafeteria doors and have to stop myself from running there. Why the hell do they even have a rule against running in the hallway? We are supposed to run in moments like this!! Doesn’t anyone at all care about my mental and physical health?!
I feel like I’m going crazy!!
Kim chuckles with humor. “You look like you want to run a marathon to those doors and
