After finishing our walk, Lise and I headed back to our rooms for a quick shower. The invigorating water helped wash away the sweat and fatigue, leaving me refreshed and ready for the rest of the day. I slipped into some comfortable clothes and met Lise at the entrance to the dorm.
"Ready for lunch?" she asked, her smile as bright as ever.
"Absolutely," I replied, feeling my stomach grumble in agreement.
We walked to the cafeteria, the smell of food wafting through the air. The cafeteria was buzzing with activity, students chatting and laughing, the atmosphere lively. We grabbed trays and filled them with a variety of dishes—grilled chicken, steamed vegetables, and a hearty serving of mashed potatoes.
As we found a table and sat down, I noticed Zaya approaching us. She had a serious expression on her face, which was unusual for her. She waved at us and joined our table.
"Hey, Zaya," Lise greeted her, taking a bite of her chicken. "What's up?"
