What Are the Chances?

Breakfast

(Chris pov)

"OHMYGOD theres pancakes everywhere!" Dan breathes. I look over the glorious display of butter and syrup and fruit and pancakes that is the breakfast pavilion. It is pretty impressive, especially if you're Dan, I guess. As I'm reaching the fork another pancake onto my plate that already holds three, I see black hair moving through the crowd of students. "Hey Dan, isn't that the kid from last night?" Dan looks around, then shrugs and goes back to massacring his breakfast. "Yeah, it is," I say. I realize I don't know this kids name. He also has a friend.

I grab Dan's wrist pulling him up with half a pancake hanging from his lips and syrup dripping down his chin. I start to drag him to their table as he makes a grab for a napkin, grumbling. He'll thank me for this later. I stop at the edge of their table, accidentally interrupting their discussion about... lions?

I look over at Dan, who has his eyes fixed on the boy. "I didn't catch your name last night," I say to him. He doesn't answer, and I realize he's looking at Dan. I look at the friend, and we both make faces like yeah they're gonna get married. "What's your name, then?" I ask.

He blinks his bright green eyes and says, "I'm Pj, and this is Phil." We both look at Dan and Phil, who have since started a conversation about Phil's Pokemon bag.

"Nice to meet you, Pj."

"You too. What happened last night though?" Pj asks. I giggle, telling him how red Phil's face had gotten. The teachers call for cleanup after an hour has past, and I say bye to Pj and Phil after getting Pjs number, dragging Dan away by his hand. Then I notice a line of number running across Dans hand. I look at him, running my thumb along the numbers, and he rips his hand away and shoves it in his pocket, blushing furiously. I shake my head as we head back to the hotel room.