Zyron's Pov
The cafeteria was alive with the cacophony of voices, the clattering of trays, and the faint, but still very noticeable, cooling effect from the air-conditioning. Savannah was sitting directly opposite me, she was picking at her food without any enthusiasm and the fork tapping against the plate in a pace which was starting to annoy me.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat, Zay?" she asked quietly, tilting her head, and her black hair falling neatly over her shoulder
That nickname again. Zay.
The same one that Trixy used to call me ever since we were little. It felt as if the name was not suited to her, that it belonged to her lips. But I didn't say anything. If I told her to stop, only she would become more upset.
"I'm not hungry," I mumbled, and leaned back in my chair.
She gave me a weak smile and went back to her food, but I could sense her looking at me from time to time.
