"Why the panic? Laura won't appreciate this recklessness. Talk to me when you've calmed down."

With that, Camila started to leave.

Aldrin quickly grabbed her arm. "Camila..."

"I mean it. If you can't discuss this calmly, I'm not talking."

Aldrin hesitated, then said, “Wait. Just... give me a moment."

“We shouldn't talk here. Let's find somewhere to chat over dinner."

Camila felt a bit hungry, remembering the stomachache she'd had earlier.

She worried about repeating that mistake if she didn't eat soon.

Meanwhile, Aldrin wasn't up for eating, but he knew Camila was aware of what happened to Laura, so he simply agreed, "Okay!"

They found themselves outside a bunch of eateries and picked one at random.

It was a restaurant famous for local cuisines, much to Camila's Liking.

She ordered a few light dishes.

As they waited, Aldrin's nerves began to settle.

“Camila, can you tell me..." he started.

“We'll talk after we eat," she interrupted, handing him some food.

For a moment, Aldrin was lost for words.

“I'm just not feeling like eating. Can't you see that?" he protested.

"Just eat with me," Camila insisted. "I could have had dinner with my family at home, but I stayed for you. The least you could do is join me, right?"

Aldrin had no comeback.

Reluctantly, he picked up his fork.