She followed Eloise back the way they’d come, the hallways now alive with students moving between their rooms and the bathrooms or chatting together on their way to the dining hall for breakfast. Caroline did her best not to make eye contact as they walked past, feeling self-conscious and nervous. 

“Where are we going?” Caroline asked.

“You like a piece of toast and a cup of coffee in the morning, even though your mother always tells you you’re too young for coffee, ...