367 Chapter 367

The thrusting of a grilled cheese sandwich under my nose brought me back to reality. I looked up to meet Brandon's eyes and smiled, thanking him with a loud growl of my stomach. "I figured you had to be hungry." He sat down beside me, and Elliott took his regular chair across from us, an open bag of Cheetos in his hand, his fingers already orange from the dust.

"How's the mathing going?" he asked before slamming another handful of chips into his mouth. "I never did see the point."

"It's going," I replied, biting into a perfectly melty, delicious, buttery gift from the gods. Brandon has a way with bread, cheese, and butter that transforms them into something otherworldly. "I don't think I'm going to be up for this test, though, if you guys are going out tonight."