They sat side by side at the counter, the sizzle of noodles cooking the only sounds filling the small, dimly lit kitchen.
A couple of bowls of steaming hot instant noodles sat in front of them, the aroma of broth filling the air.
Simon's chopsticks moved mechanically, stirring his noodles absentmindedly. Each bite was methodical, his mind too preoccupied with the weight of what had just happened to focus on the food in front of him.
Bethany, on the other hand, ate with purpose, her chopsticks darting through the noodles with practiced ease.
She glanced up, her gaze momentarily locking with Simon's. His eyes were distant, a faraway look in them that only deepened the unease hanging between them.
Bethany paused, her chopsticks hovering over her bowl, and she studied Simon for a moment, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.
