"Haah…" I sighed.
She leaned over and gently dabbed my mouth with a small cloth, her movements surprisingly tender. Hm. That familiar sensation again.
Déjà vu.
I'd felt this before, hadn't I? Back on Earth. With Sasha. After the accident.
"Alright, I ate it. Now, tell me—what happened next?" I asked hesitantly. That felt childish, like begging for the ending of a bedtime story. Shame crept in, but I couldn't help my curiosity.
She tilted her head, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Hmm," she hummed with a smile. "Let's leave it for next time."
What?
"Fuck next time, tell me what happened," I snapped, narrowing my eyes. Don't tell me she tricked me into eating. Wait—was the whole story even real? Did I just get gaslit into a meal?
She giggled, brushing off my outburst. "Alright, alright, stop being such a grump," she said, then leaned back.
Tsk.
