"Miss Anna, can you please add some portion of this too. Thank you."
Mr Mo halted when he noticed the lady's face. He scooted and tapped her shoulder. "Miss Anna?"
This time, the lady flinched and gulped as she looked at the man who's been calling her. "Ye–Yes?"
Mr Mo narrowed his eyes and observed her for a second. "Are you not feeling well? Did you even get a good sleep last night? You have bags under your eyes." Mr Mo said one by one.
Her grip on the paper plates tightened. "Yes, I did, Mr Mo." She lied. "I'm sorry, I was sudene;y thinking of something. What do you want me to do again?"
Behind that fake smile, Mr Mo can already see that something is wrong with her. Even though they are 5 years apart, he's already like an uncle to this lady. He instead moved and did the thing he ordered her to do earlier.
