Her stomach rumbled, but it was quiet, and for the sake of her dignity, she hoped that he hadn't heard it.
“You don't need the sun, you need food; I know a place.”
“Get out of my sun.”
“I’ll take you there.”
Quickly she was on her feet, his arm along her waist to keep her stable.
“Are you even listening or are you just deliberately ignoring me?”
“Deliberately ignoring you.”
“What? I expect the elderly to behave with more sense,” she jabbed, annoyed with his interference.
“There are no elderly here.”
In a flash, he is with Arlo.
Then before she could tell, they were before a table that must have been prepared for them only moments ago. She was dizzy from the speed but the lovely aroma in the air could not be mistaken; there was food here.
