"You didn't like the food?" Ashay pushed the bucket of chicken nuggets towards her. "I brought lemon orange sauce." he held a polite smile.
"Eat. It will get cold." He tried to distract her.
Ira rolled her eyes, then bowed her head and started eating. Who would ignore good food?
Ira, who usually ate with the elegance and grace of a lady, was hooked up on the food. What to care about her image in her own home, that too, in front of her brother. Both of her hands were engaged, one holding a pizza, other a chicken leg as she tasted them both at the same time.
After a while, Ira found her brother stood all the time besides her watching her, "Why don't you eat it, you can eat it too." She invited him pointing t the leftovers.
"No, you eat." he smiled, biting his lips.
Ira saw his frown behind the smile. Although she had eaten almost everything, some french fries and nuggets were still there.
