"Hey, why are you two looking so serious today?" Nyssa probed when she couldn't take it anymore. She was munching on an ice cream while Merry stabbed a burger with her fork. Maybe burgers were her sad-mood food.
Leo couldn't endure the endless spending on food, so he chose to go heat a lunchbox with a microwave the school let the students use freely.
"Dad is going on trial soon, he was caught participating in an illegal street race of trucks…" I explained. I gave her the short version of the story, forgetting about my kebabs. I didn't even like kebabs.
"Mm, unlucky…" Nyssa thought about it for a while. Her family could be ranked C in wealth, influence, and power, so she could probably make a difference if she tried. "How about I ask my parents to help you guys out?"
