I quickly composed myself, concealing any surprise. "On my way, Rex," I replied, masking my thoughts.
As I approached the cafeteria, my steps quickened, and a whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind.
The unexpected urgency in Rex's message left me wondering about the nature of the impending discussion.
Upon entering the cafeteria, I saw Rex at a central table, surrounded by the main characters of the story.
His arrogant and happy face hinted at something significant.
Rex gestured for me to join them, his hand extending in a handshake that directed me to follow.
As I walked towards the table, nervousness gripped me. Why were all the main characters gathered here? What could prompt such an assembly? Had Rex figured out something about my true intentions?
My mind buzzed with questions, each step amplifying the intensity of my thoughts.
