Beggar

"Girl, have you completely lost your mind? Do you even realize what you've done?" Alice's voice crackled with agitation as he approached her, his eyes fixated on the smeared cake now decorating Alisha's thighs.

"It was still packaged! And who in their right mind wastes food anyway? You know how many people are struggling with hunger," Alisha attempted to reason, her voice tinged with frustration and disbelief.

He was in the wrong here.

She couldn't tell if he had discarded the cake himself or if someone else had, but the wastefulness of it all weighed heavily on her conscience.

Whoever was responsible, was out of sight for now. What mattered was that she hadn't wasted it, she had eaten it. Yet, here he was, angry at her.

"Are you starving?" Alice's voice dripped with sarcasm as he seized Alisha by the throat, his frustration boiling over.

He had reached his limit with her, with her idealistic notions of food wastage and hunger.

To him, it was all just cliché, irrelevant in the grand s