I put my plate down and grabbed cutlery from the little basket on the table.
"How was your first night?" Anti-Guy asked me the same question.
"Fine," I answered again and watched Henry beside me digging in, his eyes always flicking to me.
"I know her lessons seem strange, but it really helps." Anti Guy spoke, apparently, of the psychologist from yesterday.
"What helped you?"
"Imagining myself killing my weaker self."
I chuckled.
"Wasn't the old premise to embrace yourself with all your faults and insecurities?"
I stabbed the roasted chicken with my fork. I hadn't thought they would serve stuff like this for breakfast.
"Yes, maybe what she told us is helping because it is not the same old thing you see in self-help books." Chelsea smiled, eating her salad like a bird after sweeping a plate of roasted chicken into it.
"You spoke about perks and prizes yesterday?" I pointed with my fork at Anti-Guy.
