She was already starving but arguing with this man took up her last bits of energy.
"Not elegant at all," The man muttered looking at the unruly woman.
She was eating like she had not eaten anything for a few days.
She paused and tilted her head to look at him. Licking the soup dripping from the corner of her mouth, she turned her face to the other side and continued eating.
She ate the way she liked it, what has it got to do with him. Wasn't he asking for another fight by nitpicking such small things? Was he obsessed with provoking her? The more she spent time with him, the more his image of 'gentle and aloof' guy in her mind crumbled down.
Sigh…It's better to not waste my breath on him. She thought to herself.
But the man didn't seem to have the intention to let her eat in peace.
He poked her shoulder but she didn't respond.
