NO ARGUMENTS

“I…I know I ate today.” Lucia frowns. “But I’m not really sure when.”

“You don't pay attention to when you need to eat?”

“I’m busy. I’m sure you know what it’s like,” she sneers.

I try to ignore that and put the bowl on the table, a spoon, and the bread roll on a plate beside it.

“It’s not much, but that should be enough to settle your stomach.”

“This is your medicine for me, is it?”

“It works for me.”

Lucia looks like she doesn’t know what to say. But she approaches the table and sits down, glancing at me before looking back at the food.

“I was thinking of making a grilled cheese instead,” I go on, suddenly feeling like I need to fill the air, “but you didn’t have any cheese.”

“Right. I need to do the shopping at some point.”

“Do you have time to do the shopping?”

Lucia gives me a sharp glance. But she doesn’t answer as she picks up the spoon and begins to eat. Soon, she’s practically wolfing her food down, and the soup is rapidly disappearing, along with the roll. I sit on the couch