Patient

Lola covered her head, not giving up on chewing. She was too hungry, and the paper pulp only provided a feeling of fullness but couldn't provide the calories needed to maintain her body's normal functioning. The cold smoked meat didn't taste good, but Lola didn't mind; as long as she could eat, it was fine.

A little grease stained the corner of her mouth as she struggled to swallow the large bites of meat. The sound of a male voice grew clearer beside her ear.

The cafeteria manager was jolted awake by Caesar's grip and stuttered an apology. Caesar released his hand, politely explaining that his companion had somnambulism and would involuntarily come out to roam at night...

Lola ate too fast, not chewing completely, and it hurt a little when she swallowed hard. But it was fine; she could endure worse hardships.

After the submissive manager left, Caesar finally looked at Lola, who was curled up. She looked awful. She had rushed out in her nightgown, her hands smelled faintly of cured me