The food, though probably delicious, tasted bland to him, like chewing on wax.

He ate slowly, gazing at Camila, silently urging her to finish quickly.

However, Camila ate slowly.

Aldrin said with patience, "Camila, dear Mila, please don't worry me like this. Just tell me, or I'll worry myself sick."

Camila finished her soup, setting down the bowl and looking at him.