In the dining hall, the children had finished eating. Some were clearing plates. Others were running around, chasing each other between the tables.
Kyle leaned back in his chair, finally full.
Virgo walked by with a stack of plates — neat and precise, as always.
"You missed a spot," Kyle said, pointing at a crumb on the table.
Virgo froze. Looked down at the crumb. Then back at Kyle.
Her cheeks turned pink.
"I did not miss it," she said. "I was about to wipe it."
"Sure you were."
She glared at him. Then grabbed a cloth and wiped the crumb aggressively.
Kyle smirked.
`Too easy.`
Across the table, a boy with long white hair like snow and red eyes with a faint goat symbol within.
He was Capricorn.
He was arm-wrestling with a heavier boy with dark skin and brown hair. He had a faint bull symbol in his eye.
He was Taurus.
Obviously, Taurus was winning.
"Give up," Taurus grunted.
"Never," Capricorn wheezed.
