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SAYA ──────────── ' you're talking to someone? '
— "THIS TASTES HORRIBLE."
Alex released his grip on his burger, letting the soggy bun plop onto the colourful, paper wrapping below. Lily and Saya had opted for chicken nuggets, a decision Alex criticized initially but was now envying.
A week had passed since Tate's party and somehow the three friends still felt hungover from it— even Saya, who hadn't drank anything and stayed for barely 15 minutes.
This Friday night, instead of filing their night with beer pong and sweaty teens rubbing up on them, the group had decided to spend the dark hours of the evening inside of a McDonald's. Aside from the trio, who sat in a booth near a window, and the three or four people working, no one else was there.
"Sucks to suck," Lily taunted, biting into her nugget as Alex scowled. He took a sip of his Coke, immediately pulling away and examining the cup when the taste of Sprite hit the back of his throat.
"That's mine, dumbass," Saya said, snatching her drink back before stuffing a handful of fries into Alex's mouth.
While Alex attempted to not choke on the copious amount of food in his mouth, the door to the establishment dinged open, distributing the peace of the lone group in the building.
"Who the hell just interrupted our—"
"Oh, wait, hold on." Alex shot Lily a glare as she cut him off. Her focus was oddly strong on the person who'd walked in. "Saya, isn't that your friend?"
Saya, who sat with her back to the entrance, turned around to check out what Lily was so intrigued by. Sure enough, standing at the counter, punching in a pin on the debit machine, was Jake Sim.
"Hm," Saya hummed, turning back to face Alex and Lily, "It is."
"Well, what are you doing?" Alex asked, nudging his head in Jake's direction. "Invite him over!"
After a minute of contemplation and making sure that her two friends were alright with Jake joining their little party, Saya scooted to the edge of the bench and poked her head out.
"Jake!"
The boy quickly turned his head to her, a boyish grin overtaking his previously bored expression. The yellow seats behind him brought out the red in his cheeks (probably from the wind, Saya's hair was practically sticking up in every direction from it as well) and from so far away, in his oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, Jake looked smaller than a pebble at the beach— one of those crystal-like rocks that you picked up and kept on your bookshelf.
