The cafeteria buzzed with laughter and conversation as Zahir and the rest of the gang entered, still riding the high of the intense football match. The group found their usual large table by the window, and everyone quickly settled in, with the chatter flowing easily as they recounted the game’s highlights.

“Zahir, come on!” Emma piped up, bouncing in her seat. “You’ve gotta give us a treat after that win!”

Zahir leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

"Why don't you ask your Ron-Ron for a treat?" Zian taunted, his eyes flicking over to Emma. "After all, he lost quite spectacularly."

Zahir,...