Chapter 45: Italian Chef

[Erin]

In the corner of the room, Nikolai sat behind the table desk, browsing through his phone, while I entertained myself by toying with my fingers, my back leaned against the headboard, hoping to distract myself from my gnawing stomach.

I just realized how stupid I am. A slice of pizza or a burger would have been more appropriate instant choices. I should have held my tongue when I mentioned those ridiculous meals that are impossible to obtain in a short period of time.

Perhaps, I should go back to sleep, then maybe when I wake up again, Akim will be here.

Nikolai should have known better than to keep asking me what I wanted to eat over and over and over again. He might have placed an order for anything. I don't have a lot of preferences. I could even eat stale bread and not be bothered to voice my displeasure.

Now I'm stuck in the waiting room with a grumbling stomach.

I instinctively let out a loud sigh, swallowing whatever moisture was left in my mouth