[40] b

"Just a little. Consider it a palate cleanser."

Olive's lips pout even more.

"I waited in line for you, you know."

"Who asked you to?"

"Eat." This time, Thomas doesn't playfully push Olive. "Or do you want me to feed you?"

"Are you being silly, sir?" The girl pouts, unwillingly accepting the small plate of salad. Not too much. Everything is just right, but Olive is still somewhat full. The effects of holding back her anger and frustration from someone mischievously locking her in the bathroom. What was the point of that, anyway?

Who on earth would do something so foolish?

Perhaps because her frustration has built up so much, Olive eats with a pout on her face. She stabs her fork into the salad a bit roughly, creating quite an annoying sound.

"What's wrong? Is the salad not good?"

Olive blinks. "Uh... it's good, actually. Really good. I like the watermelon slices. So refreshing. Didn't you take any?"

"It's gone," T