"Here, have some warm milk. It will help you to relieve your stress."
Clara handed Eva a cup of moderately skimmed warm milk, taking a seat next to her on the couch, inside her apartment. After taking a shower, changing her clothes into a night suit, Eva was sitting all numb and frozen as if her soul had been already transported to a different world. She didn't even stretch out her arm to hold the cup from her. Her eyes were fixed at the neverending dark night sky, holding a gaze of unknown emptiness.
"Eva?" She called her out again, but this time in a much louder voice.
"Ye-Yes." She flinched back with her sudden loud noise and shifted her gaze from outside towards her. Her grimace resembled extremely pale.
"I brought some warm milk for you. Drink it up."
