“Thanks.” I took a few steps forward but then paused, my eyes scanning the washed out walls of our cafeteria. They had been the same puke green color since I was a freshman. Even when I was student body president, I’d never cared enough to change it. “Hey, Alisha.”
She swiveled around to look at me, her face lighting up with hope.
“The walls could use a spruce. Maybe a darker green?”
Alisha did a little turn, her dark ponytail bouncing as she surveyed the whole room. She was nodding when she faced me again. “Dark green would look perfect! Thanks!” Then she hurried off to her lunch table, calling, “Tony!”