[color=violet]“What?”[/color] Anora looked at Pahn with a confused gleam in her eyes as she wondered which question, if not both, he was answering. At the very least, she was sure it was directed toward her last question.
	[color=violet]"This topic doesn't exactly seem like one to—"[/color] Before she could finish, let alone bother to interrogate him further, she glanced up as Dino returned, their food in hand.
	[color=violet]“Oh, right.”[/color] [color=goldenrod][i]Food.[/i][/color] She had ordered so absently, she had forgotten they had even ordered [color=violet]“Thanks.”[/color] She offered him a small smile in gratitude as he placed her order of lasagna in front of her. 
	The tantalizing scent rising from the warm dish and voluptuously crimson sauce dotted with spices coating the top made her mouth water and stomach decide it was hungry despite everything.
	[color=violet]“That… smells amazing.”[/color] Slowly, she reached for one of the neglected bread sticks and placed it on the plate beside her entrée. The bread felt perfectly fluffy on the inside, yet crisp on the outside. Just the way it should be, even after sitting out through the duration of her and Pahn's conversation.
	She shook her head at the man’s offer for wine. [color=violet]“It’s just been a long day.”[/color] She reached for the glass of water the man had placed on the table earlier alongside the bread sticks. She paused in raising it toward her mouth, her attention turning to one of the most recent customers as they stood. Her grip on the glass tightened as she watched the woman—dressed in a way Anora would approve of, if not a bit warm for the summery day—draw near their table.
	Anora suppressed a sigh of relief when she realized the woman was only heading toward the bathroom. Her gaze locked with the woman’s for a short moment when she looked in their direction, admiring the shade of green of her eyes, but it seemed nothing more than a casual glance before she entered the restroom.
	[color=goldenrod][i]Get a grip, Anora![/i][/color] she scolded herself, bringing the glass of ice water to her lips and forcing herself to not cast another glance around at the five—now four—people who had entered. [color=goldenrod][i]Now you’re just being ridiculous… and referring to yourself in third person. They probably just happened to arrive at the same time. That happens. Right?[/i][/color] She frowned into the glass, hoping the cool, refreshing liquid would help calm her racing thoughts and nerves.