"These aren’t spicy, so you can eat more. You’re looking too thin," Elias said, scalding the tableware with boiling water before handing it to Vera.
Mira watched the table filled with dishes, her gaze silent. She and Elias both loved spicy food, and it felt strange that every dish was so mild.
Vera picked up her chopsticks, but her movements were stiff. She tried to grab a piece of meat but struggled to pick it up.
Elias' eyes softened, a hint of pity flickering in them. "Let me help you," he offered, his voice gentle.
Elias carefully removed all the meat from the lamb ribs and placed it on Vera’s plate. "Eat," he said, his tone gentle.
"Thank you," Vera smiled sweetly.
Mira stared at the hot lamb rib pot in front of her, the steam rising in thick swirls. Her eyes stung, and she fought the urge to cry. Every action Elias took was so familiar, so reminiscent of the way he once cared for her in high school. But now, those small acts of kindness were being given to someone else, and it hurt more than she had expected.
Halfway through the meal, a boy in school uniform approached their table. He wore glasses and hesitated before pulling out his phone.