Matter of Seconds

We reached the dining hall about fifteen minutes later. It was empty except for a few people behind the bar putting fresh food out. It reminded me of the lunch setup we had at my school.

“Help yourselves to food,” Sam told us, pointing at the bar, “I will go find you your rooms.”

“We can share a room.” Callie shrugged, “would that help your search?”

“You don’t mind sharing?” This is the most relieved I have seen Sam since before he left the apartment the first time. I shook my head, and he ran off. I felt relieved to hear Cal say she wants to share a room. I would feel a whole lot more comfortable together than splitting up.

“Let’s dig in.” Callie was already wandering over to get plates, “I’m starving.”

“Me too.” I didn’t notice how true that was until I smelled it. Fresh pancakes stacked high, unlimited bacon, sausage, hash browns, and eggs beside that, some oatmeal, and weird-looking porridge stuff I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Haven’t you ever seen grits, my dear?” A sweet-l