"What do you mean? How can your mother still be alive?" Jessie asked.
"I have no idea, I didn't really notice her, or rather I didn't notice her at all at the party. No, she wasn't there. It just my mind playing games on me." He shook his head. He picked up his phone and looked at the time. "You should eat something."
"I'm not hungry, but I am curious about your story." She said stubbornly.
Jason eyes narrowed at her thin frame and he rung for food anyway, ignoring her pleas otherwise.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Nothing!" She huffed in anger.
"Sausages it is, you like sausages." He said, picking up a note pad to write.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Waffles or pancakes?" He looked at her.
"Neither!"
"Toast then." He concluded, writing it down.
"Pancakes! Pancakes!" She exclaimed, no way she could eat bread.
