Rolls in with muffins. Offers. "Want some?"
She is one wary thing, suspicious of the ones that come to her. And she frowns her dark eyebrows, for a stranger offers food and the two of them stand in one of those awkward silences — when she opens her mouth to answer, that strange noise comes out of stomach and pale cheeks become reddish with blood.
“I-If you don’t mind”, she says and moves her hand to take one of the muffins. It is warm and it smells good. Carmine lips offer a timid smile for a brief moment and she bites it. It tastes like home. “Thank you.”












