Chapter 16

A second clink of cutlery against plate brought Lance's face up from his food. If he dared to not respond, Anna would clink him into deafness.

"What is it?", he asked sourly.

"The eggs," she replied, nodding at his plate. "You don't like eggs, so let me have one."

"Fine," he conceded and transferred one of the two hardboiled eggs in his plate over to hers.

"Thank You."

But he did not respond. She shrugged and went to work on the egg. She loved eggs and would do anything to get them. Lance, on the other hand, was not a big fan of eggs. Whenever his mother would persuade him to have some in his food, Anna would be there to help him get rid of the unwanted burden. 

Seconds later, he dropped his knife and fork with a loud clatter and her eyes quickly shot up. One glance told her that his plate was empty save for the cutlery and the second egg. Even before he could push the plate to her, she reached forward and grabbed it.

"Thanks, Lance."