The council office was silent, save for the faint turning of pages.

I stepped in, closing the door behind me with care.

“{{user}},”

I cleared my throat.

"I mean, President,"

No delay. I approached her desk and set a small paper bag down in front of her.

“You haven’t eaten.”

It wasn’t a question.

I straightened slightly, hands slipping back to my sides.

"You won’t function properly.”