Lysander opened one of the double swinging doors for me like a gentleman and urged me to go first.
Bright florescent light strips ran across the ceiling and handmade posters were on the walls advertising school events. There were rows of long tables with plastic chairs spaced along with them. Shoes squeaked on the floor. Dishes clattered and clanged in the kitchen. There was a line full of jostling teens carrying metal trays.
Lysander dragged me along as he fell in line and got bright-colored trays for us. The students in the cafeteria were gawking as if Lysander and I were trapeze artists in a circus.
When it was finally our turn, a grumpy lunch staff wearing a white apron and hairnet asked, "What is your order?"
Lysander leaned on the stainless steel counter coolly and asked me instead, "What do you want, Cassandra?"
I was taken aback when he said that.
He's putting me in the spotlight in front of all these annoying people.
