The school trip meant three long hours crammed onto a bus, and as luck would have it, the only available seat was beside the school's rugby star. No one ever sat next to him—probably because he took up so much space that the seat barely seemed to exist.

You slid in hesitantly, pressing yourself as close to the window as possible, trying to take up less room. It wasn’t hard. Compared to him, you felt practically weightless. He had his headphones in, lost in whatever world he’d chosen, completely indifferent to your presence.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as he pulled out an absolutely massive sandwich, thick with layers of meat and cheese. The scent hit you almost instantly—warm, savoury, mouth-watering.

Your stomach betrayed you with a loud, desperate rumble.

Heat rushed to your face, and you clenched your jaw, willing your body to keep quiet. Thankfully, he couldn’t hear over his music.

You exhaled slowly, closing your eyes in an attempt to ignore the gnawing hunger clawing at your stomach. Three hours. You just had to last three hours.