"What are you thinking about, dear?", Sion asked, watching as Sheila stared wide eyed at the plate of food in front of her.
Sheila didn't respond immediately, she only lifted the small fork, gently prodded one of the vegetables and when it failed to stick, set the fork down once more. She huffed and looked up, her eyes meeting Sion's who continued to shovel the food down his throat.
"How can you just eat right now!?", she said, her tone sharp and direct.
Sion swallowed, the food getting lodged in his throat for a second in surprise. He coughed out, lightly tapping the centre of his chest. His plain white shirt coupled with the brown overcoat dragged along the tables surface as he reached out towards the napkins.
Sheila, who sported a typical white blouse, and a black skirt pulled the napkins away. She stared at Sion, who simply shrugged his shoulders.
