I understood that Veena simply wanted me to leave so she could resume smoking, so I didn't linger and made my way to the restaurant, leaving her behind and pondering how to approach her.
'If I approach her forcefully, it will only raise her guard.'
Considering my options, I soon arrived at the restaurant, impressed by its opulent interior.
The decor was elegant, like an upscale restaurant—a place that the me in the storyline had only been to in childhood before I became an orphan with no money.
'It looks exquisite.'
I nodded in admiration, then approached the kiosk to decide whether to dine in or take out.
Retrieving my student ID, which could be used as a substitute for a credit card, I looked at the menu.
Discrimination existed in the food as well as the dorm rooms.
For instance:
[Basic Meal (F-tier): Free.]
The only meal those at the end could eat for free was a stew with slices of bread and several pieces of meat.
