William finished his classes a bit earlier than usual. Feeling that pleasant heaviness of mild exhaustion, he made his way toward the cafeteria. His stomach gave a traitorous growl — lunchtime.
He grabbed three turkey sandwiches, a glass of orange juice, and, weaving through the crowd of noisy tables, chose a corner seat by the window — the perfect spot to watch without being watched.
The students seemed unusually lively today. Laughter rippled through the air, voices overlapping in bursts of conversation and excitement. There was a strange electricity about the place.
"Probably those rumors about that professor from Arkham," William thought, smirking skeptically. Honestly, he couldn't have cared less. All he wanted was a quiet meal.
He picked up a sandwich and brought it close to his face. The smell hit him first — fresh bread, melted cheese, the smoky scent of turkey — a warm and irresistible mix.
