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Standing Lunch Date|| Stella & Carter
When Stella sat down in front of her, Carter put on her people pleasing smile. “Hey, I was wondering where you were.” She glanced at Stella’s plate. “They gave you peanuts? That’s weird, I guess they must have forgotten mine.” She shrugged, looking back at her own plate. “Oh well, I’m not complaining. They give us way too much food, anyway.” She smiled at Stella, wanting her to feel like they were in it together.
Stella hated meal time. The worst part about it was that she had to endure it everyday. She had to take tiny bites and then spit them out in her napkin just so the nurses would let her leave. After getting her tray, she scanned the cafeteria for her friend, then smiled when she spotted her. She sat down and looked at Carter, faking a smile. “Yeah, do you want mine?” She knew the answer would be no, she asked every single time. Stella shrugged and took a peanut from her tray, contemplating on if she would put it in her mouth or not.
“Right, why should I be?”
“…Why would you assume something like that?”
Everyone is always surprised to see me.
“Is it that bad…?”
It’s too girly for my liking.
I’m more confused than anything.
Are you always confused?
“I’m not. Should I be?”
You should always be surprised to see me.
“We’re in an Asylum. Nothing surprises me anymore.” She chuckled, twirling strands of hair around her fingers.
“I suppose not. Unless you haven’t seen someone so out of their mind yet.”
Why would I be surprised?
Because it’s me.
“A little, considering this is my room…”
Oh, this is your room? Cute.