~IRENE~
I was supposed to enjoy the dinner before me. Spaghetti and meatballs was a meal many people dreamed of. It was one of my favorites. The problem was not that it wasn't prepared properly. To be fair, I was no stranger to this restaurant. It was the best in town, and the fact that Connor had treated me to dinner as a means of celebrating my return was a good reason to enjoy it. I appreciated his effort. Considering the past two days since I returned have been hectic, we never got the chance for a late evening hangout.
The problem with the food was my taste buds rejected it.
Every mouthful I took in was worse than the last. It felt like sandpaper against my tongue.
"Is there something wrong with the food?"
I looked up, meeting the inquisition in Connor's face.
"No, it's great."
