The Quarterfinals
The group let out a cheer, and together they made their way to the cafeteria.
Once inside, Kyle ordered enough food to satisfy not only himself, but the appetites of his so-called friends.
The trays were piled high with a mix of roasted meats, savory stews, and fresh bread. Riya snatched up her plate first, beaming at the spread.
"You're the best, Kyle. See? This is why we keep you around," she teased.
Zack took his food with a grin, leaning in to whisper dramatically, "He's secretly loaded. That's why."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to this."
They all sat around one of the large tables, the chatter and clatter of cutlery filling the space as they dug into their meals.
The mood lightened even further as they recounted their fights, each of them eager to one-up the other with their stories.