Evelyn looked around at her tightly-knit group of four friends. They were all chatting happily without any sign of awkwardness, something she had only dreamed of in middle school. When there was a moment of quiet, it was comfortable, but not long. One of the friends would always have something to say, whether it was deep and philosophical or quick-witted and funny.

As Evelyn took a bite of her leftover mochi donut, she remembered a question she thought of when watching a cartoon movie with her little siblings.

“Guys, if you could have a wish granted overnight, what would it be?”

“Ooh!!!” Evelyn’s close friend Hazel exclaimed. “That’s a good question! I think I would wish for…” She gasped and plucked Evelyn’s mochi from her hand. Hazel tore off a piece, then chewed it with relish.

“I would wish for a never-ending supply of your mom’s homemade mochi donuts.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes after snatching her fusion pastry back. “Then I guess I’ll wish that your never-ending supply is not my never-ending supply. Get your own donuts,” Evelyn quipped.

Hazel stuck her tongue out as the group laughed. Evelyn stuffed the mochi into her mouth before Hazel could try any more shenanigans.

“I have one,” offered Damion, the smiling target of relentless teasing about being the only one of the friends with a girlfriend. “And I think Delilah knows what I’m thinking of wishing.” His regular beam melted into a maniacal grin.

Delilah, who had been chatting about Evelyn’s mom’s delicious mochi donuts with Cruz a moment earlier, snapped her head towards Damion. “You wouldn’t dare,” she growled, but a smirk gave her away.

“Oh, I would dare,” Damion challenged. “I would wish…”

“Dami, I can’t let you do this.”

“I would wish…”

“Nooooo! Stop!!”

Delilah bounded out from her seat and ran over to Damion’s place, clasping a hand over his mouth. A smug look sweeped across her face.

“Now that I’ve shut him up, I would wish for a mint-green 1957 Bel Air like the one they drove in the _Hidden Figures_ movie.”

“Whoa! That’s oddly specific, Del!” Cruz chuckled, sapphire-blue eyes sparkling.

“No one asked you!” Delilah joked. “What would you wish for, Cruz?”

“I would wish to hear what scandalous thing Dami had to say.”

“You don’t want to hear it, I promise. Do another one.”

“No.”

Cruz and Delilah pretended to give each other the dirtiest of glares while everyone else was rolling on the floor in a fit of hysterics. Everyone, but poor Damion, who Delilah still had captive. He snorted against her hand and she pulled back.

“Eww! That’s nasty!” She squealed, wiping her fingers on her black jean-shorts.

Damion cheekily cleared his throat and announced in a terrible mock British accent, “Now that I have freed myself, I shall tell you my wish.”

Delilah tried to smack him, but Hazel held her back, giggling, “Del, I kinda want to see where this is going…”

“I would wish for Del to realize that Star Wars is far superior to Harry Potter, no questions asked.”

Evelyn stood up, “Dumbledore would destroy Luke within seconds.”

Damion turned to her, “Dumbledore’s dead.”

“Well, so is Luke. This is purely theoretical!”

“Wait, Dumbledore’s dead?” Whispered a heart-broken Cruz, who hadn’t finished the series yet.

Everyone paused, then started shouting at Damion, who was laughing manically as Cruz was being comforted by Delilah. The lunch bell rang just as Damion was about to get slapped in the face. They all made up quickly and left with smiles on their faces. Except Cruz, he was still in shock about Dumbledore. He turned to Damion.

“Greedo shot first and Jar Jar Binks is my favorite character. This isn’t over.”

Damion looked as though he was about to cry. Hazel and Delilah sneered as Evelyn steered Cruz towards his class.

Curious, she asked him, “is Jar Jar seriously your favorite character?”

He smirked, “no, but I know how to offend a Star Wars fan.”