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“
What
is
it
with
you
and
food
?
”
I
blurt
out
.
His
brow
knits
.
“
I
told
you
,
I
have
issues
with
wasted
food
.
Eat
,
”
he
snaps
.
His
eyes
are
dark
,
pained
.
Holy
crap
.
What
is
that
all
about
?
I
pick
up
my
fork
and
eat
slowly
,
trying
to
chew
.
I
must
remember
not
to
put
so
much
on
my
plate
if
he
’
s
going
to
be
weird
about
food
.
His
expression
softens
as
I
carefully
make
my
way
through
my
breakfast
.
I
note
that
he
cleans
his
plate
.
He
waits
for
me
to
finish
,
and
then
he
clears
my
plate
.
“
You
cooked
,
I
’
ll
clear
.
”
“
That
’
s
very
democratic
.
”
“
Yes
.
”
He
frowns
.
“
Not
my
usual
style
.
After
I
’
ve
done
this
,
we
’
ll
take
a
bath
.
”
“
Oh
,
okay
.
”
Oh
my
…
I
’
d
much
rather
have
a
shower
.
My
cell
rings
,
interrupting
my
reverie
.
It
’
s
Kate
.
“
Hi
.
”
I
wander
over
to
the
glass
doors
of
the
balcony
,
away
from
him
.
“
Ana
,
why
didn
’
t
you
text
last
night
?
”
She
’
s
angry
.
