I take a bite out of my peanut butter sandwich and watch as another woman shyly brings over a bowl of steaming hot broth and gingerly places it on the table in front of Dmitri, where there’s already about seven different bowls and plates of various dishes.
He glances at her and gives a polite smile, nodding to hide his discomfort. “Thank you.”
She beams up brighter than the sun that’s shining down on us and tucks a lock of curly brown hair behind her ear. “Eat it while it’s still hot.” She mutters in a small voice, and with that dreamy smile still on her face, makes her way back to a table in the distance.
“Man,” Athena begins, shaking her head in between bites of the peeled boiled potato she’d been munching on since the beginning of breakfast. Her dreadlocks are packed in two pigtails,
