Chapter 10: ✴THE EYES WEREN'T JUST COLORS✴

It would had been like a feast. Perhaps a regale to entertain a new visitor. The problem was, the food set on the table infront of me, weren't something I see in my quotidian routine.

I didn't make any attempt to move nor touch anything. Motionless like a doll placed on her own box not until I felt Yamiko's gentle tapping on my shoulder.

"Are you engaging into some staring contest with food?" he asked.

I faked a laugh. "Really? Funny."

Ignoring my reaction, he handed me a plate full of these thingamajigs. I managed to subdue the threatening twisting of my mouth—which I'm pleased that I did cause I didn't want to look rude infront of all these keriekos. And not to mention the fact that Ruka was just infront of me, eating elegantly.

My focus on the food was momentarily disrupted when I caught her smirk.

That was odd.

"Eat up," Yamiko said making me face him. I ended up admiring his almost perfect bearing. Look at that face, everyone could fall for it. It was too late to realize, I