William woke up the next morning with a vague headache that he attributed to staying up too late at the party. Kai's bed was still empty — his roommate hadn't returned yet.
He got ready slowly, his mind still processing everything from last night.
The dining hall was quieter than usual when he arrived for breakfast. Sundays were always slower, with most students either sleeping in or recovering from whatever they'd done the night before.
William grabbed food and found an empty table. He was halfway through his meal when Sara appeared and sat down across from him.
"So," she said without preamble. "You went to that party."
"How did you know?"
"Marcus saw you there. He's been telling everyone." Sara studied him. "What possessed you to actually go? You hate parties."
"Someone convinced me it would be interesting."
"Was it?"
William thought about that. "More than I expected."
