Is this what is called love? -Chapa De Silva-

-2-

I am finally in the cafeteria, I was almost convinced that as in all American schools they served food there, albeit inedible at times
but no, my mother had done well to prepare me a bento for lunch.
intent then on approaching the first vacant table in the large room, my immediate attention rested on a boy, in his right hand he had a wad of money
in the other a sandwich
and several students from the school were waiting in line..for him?
what would this be, the porchetta festival?
"you guys hold them for me, I wouldn't want my customers waiting."
he heard in the distance just from it, seeing him hand what seemed to be his most prized possession to a girl sitting at the same table.
As amusing as that scene seemed, the focus was not on the sandwiches
but to the face of the individual who with such agility was selling them there, she was known
and as far as I was concerned..putting two and two together was not difficult, I found the first member, Awol.
I sat comfortably in my seat, moving my hair better behind my ears and observed her group.
the first one had curly hair and a clear face, she seemed to be the only really inteligent one there
spotted the second, ShoutOut.
the third, oh god..do I really have to explain this? long hair, good looking and "I don't understand what's going on but it looks fun" smirk.
third spotted, Brainstorm.
and last but not least..fourth.
her eyes were chaining anger from every pore, probably eating with all that background hubbub was making her uncomfortable, she had short hair that fell almost below her neck, a deep light brown, and her face, despite the annoyance it seemed to radiate
remained as enchanting as I had imagined, indeed
perhaps it was even better....
Fourth spotted, Volt.
I grinned at my victory, continuing to observe them for a few more seconds before I could be scowled at by what would have been the main target of the plan, at which point my face turned serious again in front of his, still visibly annoyed
and I lowered my gaze to the bento, opening it and taking the cutlery.
for some reason I thought that finding them would be much more difficult, these guys are really anti-sgamo..what was I worrying about?

-SkipTime-

all day at school I kept an eye on the little group of superheroes , not that I was a spy(usual famous words) but somehow I should have found an opportune moment to approach them,
and maybe I knew who among the many students at this school could help me.
I picked up the phone, fished his number out of the address book and in 20, maybe even 15 seconds he was in front of me, as fast as lightning I must say, remarkable.

"Cousin, what a wonderful surprise!
exactly why wasn't I notified before your arrival here?"
he asked with a decidedly surprised look on his face, he had a point.
"my mother notified yours the day before yesterday Buddy, when we arrived.
weren't we all supposed to meet tonight for dinner?"
"oh, yeah! my mother met the man of her dreams, apparently it's going to be a special dinner to get to know all of us each other, he was invited"
and with him also.
"will the danger force be there?"
"that I don't know, I can try to convince them somehow, why?"
"are you really asking that question? do you remember why I am here or do I have to draw you a little picture buddy?"
"oh-yes..sure, you want to make sure that Vol-"
he didn't finish his sentence in time that I plugged his mouth with my hand, looking at him sternly and reproachfully
"I didn't tell you the goal to let you spill it to half the school."
I said, receiving a flinch in response
"okay, boss..anyway
leave it to me, the danger force will be present at home tonight!"

well, part of it is done, I just hope it works....