Black Ice
~Toby POV~
I walk through the cafeteria, holding my tray close to my chest. The lunchroom feels like a shark tank, and I’m the smallest fish in it.
I usually eat in the service hallway or the basement, but the heater in the east wing broke, and the cold was making my fingers feel numb.
I just needed twenty minutes of heat.
Sadly, as a janitor, the cafeteria is a busy place of people who think I’m part of the furniture. I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar.