It's lunchtime, and it's chucking it down. We can barely hear ourselves over the drumming of the raindrops, and there's water seeping into our makeshift carpet.
The walls are heavy with water, and even with the waterproof stuff, we get wet if we touch it. The ceiling is not helpful at all, and only filters the shower, pelting us with huge droplets every five seconds.
They could have at least given us a waterproof gazebo.
Seb is trying desperately trying to keep his word. I've discovered he has several methods of avoiding his lunch, and right now he's using one I call Memory Wipe.
All it requires is hum muttering a select few words that get me thinking, and then I'll talk to him about it for a while. I only remember to get him to eat when I stop talking. So he makes me forget that he's supposed to be eating.
To be honest, it normally works. But this time I've noticed.
"Seb, however interesting I find the accuracy of Dory the fish's amnesia, you still have to eat. So eat, will you?"
"I don't want it."
"Didn't think so," sigh.
Next to us, the Keshrilos start snickering about something. I just ignore it because I can't be bothered with them today.
Something happens in Trish's group that causes a loud outcry of surprise. I look over to see what's going on in time to see Trish do exactly the same thing. Obviously she's been watching us again.
Why does she do that!?
I take this opportunity to take a good look at her while she can't see.
I know she's Indian because it's been mentioned in arguments they all have. Her hair is dead straight and very long, and is parted simply at the centre of her scalp. And it's reddish-brown and about two shades lighter than her skin. Every now and then she brushes it out of her eyes.
Her eyes, I must say, are just... just perfect. There are no words that can accurately describe how beautiful her eyes are. They're big and brown and just... just absolutely gorgeous!
Those eyes would make any guy fall in love with her. No. They would make anyone fall in love with her.
I am insanely jealous.