The fierce stare-off between me and the leader of the arrogant group continued, tension thick in the air. Suddenly, the canteen announcer's voice boomed over the speakers.
"Food is ready! Please remain steady as we bring your meals."
Liza, clearly noticing the intensity between me and the leader, tugged gently at my hand. Her face was filled with fear.
"Kimberly, please, let it go. Just ignore them," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "They're dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt."
Her words were filled with concern, but I couldn't shake the anger brewing inside me. Still, I nodded, deciding to stay quiet for now.
Soon, our food was brought to the table. Being seated in the front row, as Liza predicted, ensured we were among the first to be served. But as I stared at the plate, my stomach turned.
