Annabelle Linton handed him his chopsticks and said calmly, "Hurry up and eat. You have to go to work after."
Leona Grant took the chopsticks and picked listlessly at his food. "Annabelle," he said glumly, "why do I get the feeling you're so eager to get rid of me?"
"..." Annabelle looked at him, her expression placid. "Why would you say that?" she asked.
"I don't know. I just feel like you find me a nuisance..."
Annabelle watched him expressionlessly, her brows furrowed. "What on earth are you thinking about all day?"
"I don't want to be like this either, but you don't give me any sense of security."
...For a moment, Annabelle thought she was hearing things.
'Isn't that the kind of thing women usually say to men?'
She lowered her head and focused on her food, deciding to ignore him.
"See? You're doing it again. You don't have an ounce of patience for me..."
"..."
"You can clearly see I'm upset, yet you won't even try to comfort me."
"..."
