It was lunchtime in the academy.
Alia, thankfully, escorted the players to the eating area.
The cafeteria was a massive, open hall bustling with students of all races, all seated at long wooden tables that stretched across the room.
The air was filled with the chatter of hundreds of voices and the enticing aroma of freshly cooked food.
Evan's eyes immediately lit up as they entered. "This place is huge unlike our school," he said, his gaze darting between the various food counters. "Do you think they have desserts here?"
"Relax, Evan," Carmen said. "Food's not going anywhere." She hadn't realized this but after hanging out with the older girls, her self-esteem was increasing, especially while talking to Evan.
Alia turned to face the group, hands on her hips. "Alright, listen up. Over there is the self-serve section," she said, pointing to a row of counters stacked with trays of steaming food.
