“You do not like it here?” Sherry asked as she put a spoonful of pasta in her mouth.
“It’s not that I do not like it here,” Levian said, feeling a bit out of place but still trying to blend in with the other people.
“As long as you do not hate it, then you can definitely tolerate it,” Sherry smiled at him, her cheek bulging with food. She looked like a little hamster that was munching on its favorite snack.
Sherry, however, could care less about how she looked. She was starving. After speaking it out with the guy, Mr. Hopkins about various things her appetite had returned.
The smell of pasta allured her more than ever. Taking in another spoon, she happily enjoyed the soft and juicy texture of the pasta. She would call pasta her favorite dish any time of the day.
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