There were several crumpled paper bags on the floor and a couple of napkin wrappers that hadn't quite made it all the way into the trash can.
Lyan was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest and a tired expression on his face.
He had decided to treat himself that night and went down to get burgers from the place on the corner, something he rarely did because his budget didn't allow for those kinds of indulgences very often.
He ate them sitting on the floor, with his head resting against the bed, lit only by the faint light the bulb gave off.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, the reminder that he still had homework left to do lingered.
His own and Lucas's group's, which was still waiting as always because he was still the one who always did it.
