The Futile Search For A Job In The City

WHITNEY'S POV

I woke up an hour later on the bus and I was feeling hungry. I looked at the girl sitting beside me. She was still engrossed in reading her novel. Considering the brief conversation we had earlier, I thought she was amiable.

I felt pangs of hunger and dipped my hand into the nylon containing the box of cakes. I brought out the box and opened it which was the first time I opened it since the cook gave it to me.

There were yummy-looking small cakes of about twenty in number. I picked up one and took a bite. It tasted very nice and I started eating it with relish.

The girl sitting beside me turned to look at me and we made eye contact. Then she averted her eyes to look at the box of cakes in my left hand.

I stretched out my hand containing the box of cake and said, "Please, have some."

"Oh, thank you," she said and took two pieces of cake.

"Will two be enough for you? You can see that the cakes are many, so, you can take more," I said.

"You are very kind. Thank you," s