"Grayson, are you almost done with lunch?" I asked. "I'm starving!"

"So you've said a dozen times already," Grayson said from the kitchen. "Seriously, though, you had a huge breakfast and you're still hungry. Why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just hungry."

"You've been just hungry for a few days now," he said as he walked out of the kitchen, sitting down on the couch and handing me a plate with quite a large sandwich.

"It probably has to do with stress," I said. "University life is stressful."

"True that," Grayson muttered as he took a bite into his own sandwich.

It wasn't long before someone knocked on the...