I walk from the dining room planning to join the others in the lounge. As I move out of the room Daria looks up from the table. “Oh you finished?” Her voice was sharp, and a hint of irritation lingers. "Finally."
She stands from her seat, her friend watching every move that she makes as walks over to me. Just the way she walks toward me makes me feel like a hunted animal... the look within her eyes... I want to run...
Her words frustrate me. She knew why it took me longer to finish my food, but wishing to remain calm, I smile politely. “Yes, thank you. It was lovely.”
“It would have been better if you ate it when it was fresh.” She states bluntly, one of her neatly plucked brows raised in accusation. An obvious dig at my late arrival. While there is irritation bubbling, the overwhelm
