The cafeteria, usually alive with chatter and noise, had fallen into an eerie, almost suffocating silence. It felt unnatural, like the calm before a storm. If someone walked in without knowing the context, they'd probably turn tail and run, thinking something ominous was about to go down. Hell, even I might've done the same if I weren't in the thick of it.
The reason for the tension? The two leading candidates for the next student council president were sitting at the same table. Not just near each other—directly across, separated only by the table between them.
