Lillian Gray
King in the North
Vincent had just sat down with today's choice, a hamburger. He licked his lips in anticipation and sunk his teeth into the meaty choice between his hands. Of course, it could never compare to a home cooked burger on the grill, but it was a sort of comfort food for him. Something simple to remind him of home, something that was cooked commonly every day in case he felt like eating it. He took a sip from the cup of water he'd filled up, and then went in for a second bite.
From the entrance of the cafeteria, he could've sworn he saw Zoey walking in. The hair was right, dark brown, and struck him as at least a tad wavy. He raised a hand into the air and waved at the girl. "Hey Zoey!" He called across the way, just loud enough so she'd be able to hear him.
If she was here, that meant she was at least feeling better. Vincent was relieved to know that she hadn't gotten sick from the game that he had invited her to. That would've made him feel terrible, just knowing that his actions made her ill. Still, that wasn't the case.
He tapped the chair beside him as an invitation for her to join.
From the entrance of the cafeteria, he could've sworn he saw Zoey walking in. The hair was right, dark brown, and struck him as at least a tad wavy. He raised a hand into the air and waved at the girl. "Hey Zoey!" He called across the way, just loud enough so she'd be able to hear him.
If she was here, that meant she was at least feeling better. Vincent was relieved to know that she hadn't gotten sick from the game that he had invited her to. That would've made him feel terrible, just knowing that his actions made her ill. Still, that wasn't the case.
He tapped the chair beside him as an invitation for her to join.