"You've barely touched your food at all, love."

Gaz's voice broke you out of your trance. You two were seated in a nice yet extremely busy restaurant, the bustling atmosphere adding nice background noise to the soothing jazz playing in the background. You had received your meal nearly 5 minutes ago, but you had only taken small nibbles out of it while chatting with Gaz. A pit of guilt and shame had arisen in your gut as soon as you saw the food. And it didn't go unnoticed by Gaz. Never.