Malevolence

Chapter 14:

Please read the Writer's note before continuing with this chapter.

Evelyn:

The next day:

"Baked beans and sausage?" Ransom wrinkles his nose as he looks at the food in front of me.

I shrug off his disapproval. "It's a comfort food of mine that I enjoy." I say plainly as I take another spoonful of baked beans and shove it in my mouth.

"Isn't that, like, poor people food?" Ransom teases.

Although this isn't a particular meal I would eat at breakfast time, it was the first meal I spotted on the menu and I just wanted it. The omelets did not sound appetizing, nor did the muesli bowl.

Also...I wouldn't have gone to any restaurant before I had a shower, yet here I am, sitting in a restaurant, in a sweaty shirt.

My stomach just had to growl so loud while Ransom and I were walking, that Ransom insisted we stop in by a restaurant to eat breakfast. Personally I would have opted for a coffee and muffin, because you don't have to sit down...but Ransom preferred if we sat down and ate breakfast.

Why didn't I just push for the quick coffee and muffin instead?

I knit my brows together after I swallow my food. "This meal is on the menu, so why would it be 'poor people food'? Is there a header on the menu that reads 'For poor people'?" I narrow my eyes slightly.

Ransom shrugs with one shoulder. "I'm just saying, I wouldn't consider that comfort food." he points to my meal. "It just looks like food a poor person would eat."

I tilt my head to the side. "Oh excuse me! I didn't grow up with luxury food handed to me on a gold platter." I say, sounding irritated.

"Okay, okay." Ransom raises his hands. "You realize you not poor? Not anymore at least. You can afford to buy any food you want. In this case, you could have ordered something better than baked beans and sausage." he huffs, picking up his fork.

"But...I wanted to order baked beans and sausage," I say defensively, "just like you wanted to order that." I point to the Ransom's plate.

There's eggs, bacon, 2 slices of toast, a cheese griller sausage and fresh fruit on the side. It actually looks scrumptious, but I will stick to the meal I've ordered. At least I am able to eat this meal without wanting to hurl it up afterward.

Like I have been doing with some of the other food I have eaten recently.

"Do you want my eggs?" Ransom asks, pointing his fork to one of the two eggs on his plate.

I blink and realize that I have been looking at Ransom's plate longer than I should have.

With my mouth hanging open, like I was drooling for the eggs.

"Nope." I shake my head.

"Are you sure? I bet it'll taste better than baked beans." Ransom jokes.

"No. I will stick to my meal." I decline as I continue to eat the rest of my meal.

"Suit yourself." Ransom mutters, taking a bite of his toast.

We sit in silence for a few minutes until Ransom decides to speak up when he is nearly done with his breakfast. "So why did you order that meal?" he queries.

I drop my spoon in my bowl, making a clanging noise. "Would you give it a rest? I want to eat this meal, and if you can't –"

"I meant why did you want to specifically order baked beans and sausage for breakfast? Beside it being a comfort food." Ransom explains.