It was glorified pig slop and after I confirmed it with a smell, I shoved the tray back towards my dining mate who promptly snorted and shifted the food to his own tray.
"I thought you were hungry." He said between bites, mouth hanging open as his teeth tore into the tough Salisbury steak. Disgusting.
"I guess I have higher standards for than you." Keeping my icy glare, I followed my new friend's gaze, looking through the gap in the door. Wedged open by a door stopper, he'd said it was the only way to get the smell of the food not to stick.
I didn't think I'd ever smell again. The burnt meat and gravy potatoes had caused my scent receptors to scream and shut down.
"You should know then, that this, is better than prison food." Dragging his stare back to the tray he sighed, "Trust me, yo
