Her hand rose, pausing in the air for a second or two.
In the end, Stella Sterling lowered her hand again.
She stared at Gordon Ford for a few seconds, then averted her gaze and looked outside, lost in thought.
Just then, Gordon Ford woke up.
He opened his eyes. They were clear, without a trace of grogginess.
His gaze fell upon Stella Sterling, who had her side turned to him. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes.
After a long moment, he finally spoke. "Sorry, I was exhausted before, so I fell asleep. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long."
"It's fine. The food is ready. Go ahead and eat."
When Gordon Ford saw the meal before him, he was a little surprised. "Is the food here always this good?"
"Not really. But we're friends, after all. Since you've come to my place, I have to be a good host."
This kind of spread would have been nothing special before, but in the post-apocalyptic world, it was incredibly precious.
