AURORA
I nervously approached him. He sat at the end of the long table and I decided to settle into a random seat. I could see all sorts of food lined up on the table. From bread rolls to lasagna, to chicken tenders and eggs, you name them. It was enough to feed camp even. I wondered Why his plate was empty, why he didn't bother to pick anything for dinner. I was finding it hard to confess that my stomach was already rumbling at the sight of the food, the aroma that wafted up into the air, made my mouth water.
I was ashamed, sort of. I was starving but I didn't want to let him know how hungry I was or how badly I would want to dig a fork into one of those chicken tenders.
“Help yourself” he said. It was an order and something in me wanted to protest at the idea of me ordering me about b
