Leo dropped into the chair with all the grace of someone who had reached the end of his battery.
The cafeteria was mostly empty by then.
Most of the senior boys had gone home, leaving a few of the reserves scattered around the far tables.
The place felt quieter, warmer, almost like it belonged to them alone, while Jake, who sat across from him, was already halfway through his plate of fish and chips.
Leo stared at it for a second, then shook his head.
"You're the only person I know who thinks fish and chips is some revolutionary meal."
Jake didn't even look up.
"Relax. This is just to fill the gap."
He then pointed his fork at Leo.
"Besides, you've still got your aunt's food. Don't pretend you don't. I checked your fridge."
Leo pulled out his phone and scrolled without reacting.
"Well, you're not getting your hands on it," he muttered.
"What?" Jake asked, leaning in a bit. "What did you say?"
Leo kept his eyes on his screen.
