As the group stepped out of the exam hall, Dylan led the way with an exaggerated swagger, arms swinging dramatically. His grin was wide enough to rival the horizon, and he strutted like a king returning from a victorious campaign.
Behind him, the rest of the group dragged their weary bodies forward, looking as though they had just survived a seven-hour war.
"Food," Dylan declared, his voice echoing across the courtyard like a battle cry. "The only cure for this mental torture. I've earned it, and now I shall feast like a champion."
Charlotte, walking beside Ariana, scoffed and crossed her arms. "Champion of what? Sleeping through the last hour?"
Dylan turned, grinning. "Exactly! My strategic retreat into the land of dreams was necessary to preserve my brilliant mind. You wouldn't understand."
"You mean your mind that was writing nonsense for hours?" Asher added, not even trying to hide his smirk.
