And suddenly she realized just how hungry she actually was. Everything from the morning had happened so fast that she hadn't eaten anything all day.
Her stomach painfully reminded her now. The officer handed one container toward her.
For a second, she hesitated. Then slowly accepted it. The room became quiet again except for the soft sound of plastic spoons against noodles. It almost felt strangely normal. Two exhausted people are eating dinner during a late shift.
If not for the handcuffs resting on the table nearby. Amira ate slowly at first. Then faster. The warmth of the food settled slightly into the emptiness in her chest.
The officer watched her quietly the entire time without speaking much.
When they finally finished, he calmly collected the empty containers and disposable spoons. Amira wiped her hands tiredly, completely unaware of the way his expression subtly changed.
