"The where is more important to me than the what," you add. "If I'm living somewhere I love, I'll be happy. It's worth waiting a little while if it means I don't have to be stuck somewhere I hate."
"Yup, I totally get that," Addy says.
"So, what about you, Diego?" you ask.
He shrugs. "I don't know. The whole thing kind of freaks me out, you know? That we're all suddenly going to be split up and like, barely ever see each other."
"Yeah, well, that's just how it goes. It's life," Addy says.
"I mean, we'll still see each other during holidays and breaks and stuff. Right?" Anuja asks.
"I'd be more inclined to visit you wherever you're going to school or living," Addy says. "I mean, do you really want to constantly be coming back here to creepy-ass Arbor Isle? What does it have to offer other than fog, lobsters, and gross high schoolers who think they rule the world?"
"About that…" Kirill leans forward, alert like a dog that just heard a whistle. "The people here, they talk about the fog a lot. More than I would have expected. They also talk about things like ghosts. People getting killed in unusual ways."
He hasn't posed a question, yet he seems to be waiting for an answer.