Hunger and Heartache

“To grab some food,” he uttered.

For me?

“I am really not hungry. I swear.” I was not a little kid anymore. I could have fixed myself a meal if I was hungry. Alas, he ignored me and continued making his way down. I had to plead again, “It is late. I would get poor digestion and suffer badly tomorrow.”

With this, he stopped and fixed his gaze at me. “Are you sure you are not hungry?”

“Yes, I am not