As we settle back into the SUV, Cedric's voice breaks the silence, his tone softer now. "I'll get art supplies ordered for you," he assures me, a hint of genuine concern in his voice. "But it's getting late. We need to get home and eat. I'm starving."
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. With everything that's been happening, I hadn't even realized how long it had been since I last ate. The gnawing hunger in my stomach serves as a stark reminder of my own neglect.
Nodding in agreement, I silently acknowledge my own hunger, grateful for the prospect of a meal to soothe both my empty stomach and frazzled nerves. With that, we set off back to Cedric's apartment, the anticipation of food offering a brief respite from the chaos of the day.
As we arrive at Cedric's apartment, a su
