"They said that they're canceling classes until further notice, so I guess I don't have to cram for my chem test."
Brooklyn is sitting across the table from me while Lexington chops veggies for a green salad in the kitchen and Abrams and Nic are out manning the grill on the deck, putting the finishing touches on some Kobe sirloins. I tried to explain that it can't be Kobe beef if it didn't come from a specific prefecture of Japan - meaning this was highly unlikely to actually be found at a local grocer, but Nic was so excited it seemed to go right over his head. He had spent the afternoon driving around town looking for the elusive steaks, so I didn't want to burst his bubble.
"Yeah, I think that's probably best," I reply, pulling on a tight smile we all know I don't really mean. I'm trying. Faking it until I make it.
