&&* a whole meal
⟳ ••• LOADING INTERACTION 《 @pepperblck 》
sometimes it felt like she connected much more with gluttony than with wisdom. her room, while filled with books and other intellectual things, was also taken over by snacks, those either found properly stored or secretly hidden next to her bed so she wouldn’t have to stand up in the middle of the night for a bite. they were given money to spend, and it was no secret a great portion of it went straight into her stomach.
data wasn’t known as an impressive cook, not ready expanding her skills past store-bought ramen, or one of the recipes her grandma had decided to teach her ( and that the girl had decided to remember ). so the shack was a great spot to visit, always ( or at least during its working hours ) ready to serve delicious meals. it was also filled with people who only seemed to be there to stare. she had always been tiny, and no matter how much she ate the girl managed to stay thin. while it managed to impress some - including some sponsors - it also seemed to piss some people off who struggled to keep their ideal weight.
the eyes that laid on her that day, though, probably knew the exact feeling on her chest. data had just finished the huge bowl she usually ordered, sensing the eyes following her back as she moved to ask for another. the girl would have easily eaten it herself, but her intentions weren’t so. with the steaming hot dish in hand she walked past the table she had been sitting on, placing the thing in front of the young boy she had gotten used to seeing. “when you stare with those eyes it looks like you’re starving.” so she sat down across from him, not waiting to be invited.