At least he had dinner to look forward to.
His History 101 class didn’t just bring him a confederacy defender, it brought him two students ardently defending the position that enslaved people had it better under slavery than they did in the modern era. The notion of dinner with Nick and Luke—as well as the fact that no less than ten of the other students, all native to the South no less, firmly corrected the speakers’ information—got him through that class without committing assault. He headed to the library to get some more work done on his thesis, and before he knew it he was ready to head over to Noodle House.
Noodle House wasn’t a fancy dining establishment. It was a smaller place, barely a step up from fast food. This meet-up didn’t count as a date. It was a quick dinner after a long day for all three of them. Reassuring himself that it wasn’t a date didn’t do anything to cure the butterflies in his stomach.