Gulp!
Feeling the rising tension in the air, the lunch lady swallowed hard.
She could feel it—Sabrina wasn't her usual self.
Not the person who came here to chat and mostly complain about Lucivar.
"Excuse me…?"
Regardless, the lunch lady mustered her courage to reply—acting normal as she continued her work.
But her expression betrayed her, there was a hint of worry hidden there.
And Sabrina was keen and attuned enough to notice it instantly.
"Is there something bothering you, auntie?" Sabrina leaned closer, looking at the lunch lady's face with sarcastic curiosity. Then, she pushed the bowl again—this time close enough to bother the lunch lady's work station, "I said I want to see you eat it."
"H-How can you expect me to do that?" The lunch lady smiled nervously.
