The academic year had gotten off to an epically terrible start for Ritchie, and she hadn"t even attended her first class yet.
Hoping that food would help her foul mood, she piled mound after mound of steaming scrambled eggs onto her plate. Moreau stood waiting for her, tray in her hands. She had a bowl of fresh fruit and a few squares of cheese and apparently craved for nothing more. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot and not saying a word as Ritchie added strips of bacon to her mountain of eggs.
"Do you mind if I...?" Moreau trailed off, sort of gesturing with her tray.
"Go ahead," Ritchie said, thinking she was anxious to get to the coffee at the end of the cafeteria line.
But when Moreau headed instead straight to the table where Fitz and Wyss were eating together, Ritchi
