He almost collapsed. Emotionally. The time he wears his jacket, putting on his shoes and walk to another building, it’s automatic. As if an emotionless routine. He needs someone.
Knock! Knock!
The door open. He comes in without saying anything and sit at the table. 15 minutes pass without a word but the table now is complete with two plates, two sets of spoon and fork, and two dishes.
“Are you from your room? Why didn’t you call me before coming?” his friend asks.
He continue eating. No further question. After 15 minutes of eating and washing the dishes, he says, “Thank you for the dinner, I have to go back to my room,”.
Tarbiah TraVencer! 