tommy chewed on the tip of his curly straw as he sat atop a high stool in the cafeteria. the cafeteria was a nice place to observe heroes as they went about their daily lives. as strong as they were, they still had to queue up to get food at the cafeteria, or the lunch lady was going to yell in their faces. it delighted him to see heroes put in their places whenever the lunch lady got up on their case.

today, he bounced about on his seat as he sipped his orange and grenadine mocktail with a curly straw and umbrella. some hero had just gotten yelled at by the lunch lady for trying to cut queue and put her in a sour mood. oh boy.

@open