Mira glanced over at Cassidy, a soft frown creasing her brow. "Is Dave going to join us?" she asked, her voice low, almost hopeful.
Cassidy shook her head. "No, he doesn't need to. I already dropped his food in his room."
Mira nodded, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. "No problem then," she said quietly.
Without another word, Mira dished out her meal and headed towards Dave’s room. Inside, Dave lay on the bed, eyes closed but mind racing. He doesn't know what to do next with the people that he can't even live comfortably with roaming around his house. The sudden creak of the door made him open his eyes. Mira stood there, holding her plate.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice cold.
"I thought I could join you to eat," Mira said, trying to sound casual, though her eyes
