Whisper... Whisper...
Whisper... Whisper...
"Well, that's a lot of eyes on us," I thought to myself as I curiously stared at the small roasted chicken on my plate... Across the table, at the center, was a much larger one. Even from afar, you could tell its texture was crispy and savory. All of this made it feel like a true feast, especially considering it was lunch for eight people. Evelyn was currently in heaven, her cheeks puffed out as she kept eating. She constantly added more chicken to her plate without stopping. No one said anything; after all, I don't think we're going to finish all this food. Of course, since this was a shared meal, we all pitched in some money—except for Leslie and Evelyn. The food was delicious, of course, but...
Whisper... Whisper...
Whisper... Whisper...
"This is quite uncomfortable," Daniela muttered, twisting her lips as she tried her best to stay calm and keep a clear head.
