After taking so much pictures with the phone, we decided to stand our ass up and order food. My stomach was rumbling, and I needed a proper meal.
We got in line, and when it was my turn to order, I made sure to tell the server one thing: "Please, no carrots in the salad. I'm allergic."
The server, a tall girl with a blank expression, nodded quickly and scribbled it down. I didn't think much of it as we grabbed our trays and headed to an empty table near the window. The sun streamed through, casting a warm glow over us, making it the perfect spot to relax and eat.
I picked up my phone to call Magnus. I wanted to tell him all about the boring lectures we had that day. As I dialed his number, my tray of rice salad sat steaming in front of me. Soon, Magnus answered, and his deep voice immediately calmed my nerves.
