Short Dinner

The bus ride was eerily quiet compared to the craziness after the game. The endorphins had worn off and almost everybody had passed out to go to sleep. Not me though. Some things can change, but some still stay the same. 

Across the aisle I could see Noah knocked out, laying down on the small bench with his feet against the window. I really can't see how that was a comfortable position to sleep in. 

Dave, Garret, Julian, Mahki, Jason, and a lot of the other guys were also snoring away. 

Even Zeke up front had his eyes closed, head against the window. 

The only one, that I could say with confidence, that was still awake, was Kyle. He sat in the row in front of me and his phone was lit up for most of the way home. I was able to see his reflection in the window, just typing away in his phone. I could only guess that he was texting someone, but it would be impolite and rude to read so I didn't say anything to him.