The day became darker and colder as night fell and Ralia was still in Frank's apartment. She opened her eyes in realization that she had fallen asleep on her thoughts right there on Frank's floor.
Silver colored moonlight shone in through the windows, laminating the room while Ralia stayed there still trying to get a hang of reality. She suddenly had the urge to eat something. She couldn't order anything because she wasn't with her phone and she basically didn't know Frank's address so she was left with only one option; to either starve to death or look to see if Frank had any spare food left.
She stood up in obedience to the growl in her stomach and went searching for food. She checked the fridge but nothing was in it, opened a few pots she found on the gas cooker but it was empty.
"Man, for someone who's a cook, this guy's kitchen really is dry. There has got to be something in here for me to eat."
