"I am not hungry. I need to go," Viola said quietly, but he ignored her words and began setting the food from the takeaway bag onto the table in front of her.
The sweet aroma of warm eggs and lightly buttered toast hit her immediately, and her stomach growled softly despite herself. She flushed in embarrassment, clutching it in shame.
Sebastian gave her a look and then resumed placing the containers on the table. He added a side of cut fruit, orange slices and strawberries, nothing heavy, nothing that would overwhelm her stomach.
Viola watched him with a frown as he continued bringing out containers, as if the bag were some magic item holding endless food. Who would eat all this food he was bringing out?
