Downstream | Rain & Luhan
caerain
With headphones shoved in each ear, Luhan hummed - quite obnoxiously -along to the music, his hand tapped to each beat as he waited impatiently in line for lunch. He wasn’t looking forward to the subpar cooking of the new lunch lady, whom he was quick to make an enemy of when he confessed the meatballs were lacking; But boy was he starving.
As he lurched closer and closer, his stomach anticipated its next meal and growled ferociously. With the entrance in sight, the firecracker scanned over the selection and immediately shrank. Everything looks like it was stirred in the same watery pot. The mac and cheese looks runny and that mashed potato looks more like potato soup ... His lip contorted downwards in a grimace - the image ironically contrasted the upbeat tunes of Pharrell that reminded him to be happy.
Now immersed in his revelation of disappointment, he didn’t realize his proximity to the food as the new lunch lady interrupted him. “Oh, you.” Her voice lacked warmth. “What do you want? My dry meatballs?”
“They were lacking. Never said they were dry,” he retorted.
“Well, tell me what you want so you can get out of my sight. Anything else lacking, huh kid?”
“Your rice looks tough, just to let you know.” The lunch lady shot daggers at the student in response to his nonchalant tone. “The mac ‘n cheese is runny so I’d rather not ...” He stated without missing a beat.. “ Maybe those tacos. Only appetizing thing here it see-”
“Here,” the lunch lady responded curtly. She shoved a plate of three tacos into his hands. “Now get of my sight. There’s other students waiting.”
The Sagittarius smirked in response, “Alright.” He walked out of the serving station, pleased with the false idea that he had triumphed over his biggest difficulty of the day. He remained unaware of the ominous approach of a figure not too far away.
