It's 12:15. All the classes get out, and the lunch room slowly starts to fill. The sound of laughter rises through the room like a wave in the ocean, tumbling down and taking everyone with it.
I wait in line, anxious to move forward. The smell of ravioli and freshly baked bread drifts down the line, taunting us, and we get a sneak peek of what we are about to indulge in.
The line moves forward, and I get my plate. A smile slowly takes over my face as the steam from the food reaches my nose, talking to me, and telling me what is in store for me.
A slight breeze flows through an open door, drawing us outside into the autumn air.