The next two classes passed by in a breeze and soon enough it was lunchtime. Caspian's favourite time of the day. Something he didn't let us forget. I used my last five dollars to buy an extra muffin leaving the cheaper stale sandwiches for other kids. I didn't need to suffer from food poisoning on top of being late. Caspian pushed past me as he rushed for the surprise dish at the end of the cafeteria. We called it a surprise because sometimes you could get burgers that tasted a lot like cake or one dish that tasted completely different from what it looks like. 

Henri placed his palm onto my shoulder startling me, "What's up with you today? Caspian said you were late for history?" 

"Why is everyone acting like I am never late for anything?" 

"Because you are never late for anything." 

I pushed Henri away from me and grabbed one of the free bottles of water stashed closest to our usual table. The table was still empty and judging by the way Jan had looked outside longingly the cheerleaders were not coming anytime soon. 

"Come on Daniel. Tell us what you were up to last night," Caspian said from the other side, "You and Kol finally do it? Huh huh?" 

"Look Caspian..." I didn't get to finish my sentence because I spotted Josiah sitting on one of the end tables across from a kid who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. I picked up my tray and angled towards Josiah's table. At least with him I didn't have to worry about all these questions. Caspian and Henri didn't miss a beat as they followed behind me joining me at Josiah's table. 

The kid sitting with Josiah looked at us with wide eyes before he moved aside making space for Henri and I. Caspian went next to Josiah and Jan next to Caspian. A few more people from our table joined us and just like that the table was full. 

I frowned as I watched the kid hand Josiah, a sorry excuse for a strawberry cake. The cake looked like it was smashed on one side and the strawberry was barely hanging off the corner. It looked like someone had shaken it while it was still in the box. I frowned at the sad cake and found myself speaking before the words had registered in my mind, "He doesn't like Strawberries."

I took the sad cake and placed it back into the kid's tray and with a smile, I placed my muffin on Josiah's tray. The kid shrugged and carelessly tossed the sad desert into the trash can beside him. I frowned at the action because if he was not going to eat it why did he think it was worth sharing. I looked away and caught a glimpse of Josiah's silent smile. 

"Since when did you start remembering what other people like and don't like?" Henri asked, digging his elbow into my side. , "We have been friends for fourteen years and you still can't remember my coffee order." 

I shrugged and plucked a few fries from his plate. Payment for jabbing my sides with his elbow. To be honest, I didn't know any of Josiah's preferences. For all, I knew he probably liked strawberries but seeing that kid offer him a sad, depressing cake had rubbed me the wrong way. So I had done the only thing I could think of. 

I looked up and smiled at Josiah, I placed the half-eaten fry I had in my hand on his tray. He picked it up and smiled at me. He ate the thing and signed something in return. I didn't understand what he said so I shrugged and smiled back at him. I tried to pick another fry from Henri's plate but he pulled his tray away leaving my hand hanging. 

"You are an idiot," Henri said. 

"What?"

"That's what he said," Henri said, pointing at Josiah with a fry. 

"You know sign language?" I asked, glancing at Henri. 

"Yeah..." Henri's voice didn't sound certain but he wasn't looking at me. He was staring across the table at Josiah. 

I turned to look at the white boy and his face had grown pale. His eyes were wide and he had the look of an animal preparing to flee. 

"Josiah?" 

"His eyes snapped up to meet mine and he pushed his tray away from him, stumbling out of his seat and dashing away. 

" Did I do that?" Henri asked, looking after the fleeing boy. 

"He is shy," I said as a form of explanation before getting up to run after him.