[3 DAYS LATER]
“Hey babe, what’s with the long face?”
The loud clanking sound of a metal tray sliding in front of Naomi didn’t do anything to pull her out of a sour (bitter?) mood. She heaved a deep sigh as she looked up and saw the familiar mop of curlyhair that usually pesters her no matter her mood.
Somehow, she was able to feel comforted by Tiffany’s presence at lunch.
“Where’s Tine?” Naomi pulled her tray with a little less enthusiasm than she normally does whenever she was hungry. And boy, was she hungry today.
“Still in line. Hey, don’t divert the question, you sourface?! I asked you what’s the problem?” Tif took the empty seat beside her as they eyed the nothing-out-of-the-ordinary cafeteria at lunch. People are coming and going as they would every day, servers and sweet
