"Are you hungry?" The question resonated with dual meanings in Kan's mind, prompting him to ponder, "Is she referring to her body as the feast, or does she mean an actual meal?"
The uncertainty lingered until her clarifying words dissolved the ambiguity. "I've prepared some fries and downies a while ago. I'll go arrange the table; I hope you'd like it," she disclosed.
Kan, initially disappointed by the mundane reality of a meal, mustered a smile. "I'll give it a try," he acquiesced.
"I bet," she replied, gracefully gliding away towards the door to set the dining scene. Kan couldn't help but marvel at the juxtaposition of her beauty and the casualness with which she flaunted her nudity.
Before she exited, she turned back, her gaze fixing on him. "You don't remember me, do you?" she inquired.
Kan, honest in his admission, replied, "Well, I don't actually remember you."
"Well, you went past me at the hospital some days ago," she said.
