The table was a few inches thick and had one inch thick lines of foggy glass swirling within it.
The man was five foot seven and had been a whitish complexion with blotches of light pink throughout. He had short light brown curly hair cut five inches parted down the middle and brushed back smoothly with light brown eyes.
He noticed her looking down at her plate as he held in his hand a fork of rice mixed with the creamy parmesan red sauce. Are you hungery”, politely and the patronizing tone swiftly moving his eyes looking back up at her.
She's just stared at him blankly still forcing a smile as she held rage behind her face.
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