Burgers, crispy chicken wings... and a bucket of French fries for Austin.
Soda swirled inside large cups full of ice. Luke picked them up from the counter and carried three across the mall's seating area. He set the cups down on the center of a plastic table. Chad was already sitting down and glaring at the guy opposite him, "Anyone going to explain why he's here?"
"Art, introduce yourself," Luke said, unbothered by Chad's mood swings.
"Sure," a boy replied, sitting in an oversized hoodie, "My name's Arturo. I'm a junior, a center and I just got off the bench."
"Is that athlete speak?" Chad asked, "Was I meant to understand any of that?"
Chad was leaning back in his plastic chair, with one leg crossed over the other. He had his phone in hand and his Rolex blinded everyone every time he texted.
"He's the new starting center," Luke said, taking a drink, "Coach wanted me to be a team player. This is the team."