Phoebe's POV
I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets and picked up the pace, desperate to escape Nadia's bitter glare as I made my way to the cafeteria.
Clearwater University had quite the reputation—a long-established powerhouse with a food scene that could rival any major city.
Four different dining halls meant I could satisfy whatever craving hit me.
Since I was still figuring things out, I headed straight for the Claude food station. Safe bet. I wasn't complicated when it came to food—load it up with spice, and I was good to go.
The Claude counter was packed, as usual. By the time I arrived, the line stretched halfway across the dining hall. Fortunately, I spotted some familiar faces from the lab near the front—they'd gotten there early.
When they saw me standing alone, they waved me over with genuine smiles. "Phoebe! Get over here," one called out. "They've got Ceviche and Anticuchos today, but supplies are running low. You'll want to grab some."
