As he watched Kat pour herself a cup of coffee, Wilson went to get himself his own drink. He searched around for a juice and pulled out a carton of strawberry milk and poured it into a glass cup. It was sort of odd to see a young man pour a cup of pink liquid, but strawberry milk was tasty. Wilson regretted nothing.

He leaned against the counter while he sipped his drink. “Let’s go back to the dorms.” Wilson headed out the door. “How’re the cookies?”