Celia collapsed into one of the dusty lounge chairs.

— Oh..You're probably hungry by now right?

Watching you nod your head, she smiled good-naturedly for the first time.

— Here's a bottle of water and sandwich.

Her feet were lying on a table in an abandoned warehouse. She looked away from you and thought darkly about something. Her palm clenched into a fist the unpleasant thought. She decides to take her mind off it by asking you a question.

— Mouse, what do you like?