Elara poked at the steak on her plate with her knife, her gaze fixed somewhere else entirely. The expression on her face made it obvious that her mind was anywhere but the food in front of her.
Meanwhile, Zia, who was sitting across from her, was busy destroying what looked like a mountain of fries. She had been staying with Elara for almost a week now. Her school had gone on holiday and she had decided that spending it with Elara was a much better idea than staying anywhere else.
Elara had been too tired to cook that evening so she had suggested they come to a nearby restaurant for dinner instead. Ziva had refused to join them, claiming she wanted to stay home and rest. She only reminded Elara to bring something back for her when they returned.
"Why do you keep looking at that woman?" Zia suddenly asked lifting her head from her food. "Is it because she looks like Scary Suit Uncle?"
