She could feel cold sweat run all over her body. it was as if a cold bucket of water was thrown over her head when he got up and left her alone in the room. It wasn't very painful as much as it was embarrassing. She had finally mustered up the courage to talk to him. She then suddenly felt a thump next to her. She turned around she found him holding a tray. She took a closer look and then noticed the cup of water and her usual lunchtime stack of pills.
She silently took them from his hands and swallowed them one after the other. Then it was back to that awkward silence. He then stood up again and went back to the kitchen, from what she could see from the corner of her eyes.
It was somehow evident that they will not be talking. He felt too cold to her. Even the usual warmth she used to
