Lucas had just finished jotting down the last notes in his notebook. As he closed the pages, he could hear the bell resonating through the bustling corridors of the prestigious educational institution. The hallways quickly filled with the excited chatter of students, eager to embark on their well-deserved break.
Raphael, whose locker was right next to Lucas's, grimaced as he slung his backpack over one shoulder.
"Finally. Another minute in that room and I'd have been asleep on my desk."
Lucas laughed, turning the key to open his locker. He took some books out of his backpack, carefully placing them on the shelf, and briefly checked his cell phone before putting it in his pocket. The plan was simple: grab his things and head straight to Brighton's CT, where he had training scheduled for that afternoon. Raphael, however, seemed to have something else in mind.
Suddenly, a deep voice spoke to him and Raphael.
"Are you going to eat here or at the CT?"
