(Reagan’s POV)
I lifted the piece of pancake on my fork into my mouth, chewing it slowly as I thought about the canoe trip that I and Alexander had gone on. It was Friday now but the outing was still playing on repeat in my mind. We hadn’t done much but talk the whole time and then we tipped over after he said something that caused me to stand up. Other than being soaking wet and then both of us getting a cold, the trip had been a lot of fun. Sure, most of the opening up had been on my end but still, I had enjoyed myself nonetheless.