“Back for more?” Bradley taunted, leaning against the table next to Marcus. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But you’re still sitting in my spot.”

Marcus looked up, his expression serene. “It’s just a table, Bradley. No need for drama.”

Bradley chuckled, a sound with no humor. “You just don’t get it, do you?” He reached for Marcus’s tray, ready to shove it to the floor, but Marcus was faster. With a swift, controlled motion, Marcus intercepted Bradley’s hand, holding it firmly in place.

The cafeteria fell silent, eyes wide as they registered the change in dynamic. Marcus’s grip was steady, his eyes locked onto Bradley’s with a calm intensity.