Angel sat on the chair at the table, and watched Ares pull out from what she thought was just a wall, but turned into an adjacent room.
She stared at the food in front of her, then at Ares hovering above her.
"Eat," he said.
Somehow, that sounded both hot, and like a threat in her ears.
"Focus, Angel!" She screamed at herself.
She closed her eyes, and just took out a few seconds to feel the aroma.
It reminded her of so much, but unfortunately, she still couldn't picture the majority of it.
Opening her eyes, she picked up a fork, and dug into the plate.
Her hands began to shake as she brought the mixed veggies, and diced chicken to her mouth.
She opened up her quivering mouth, and inserted the fork in it.
Carefully, she began to chew. Her eyes widened the more she did.
She was astounded by the fact he had captured it down to the taste.
"But how did he know?" She kept on questioning herself.
