It felt less like background verification and more like an unexpected vacation.
The comfort unsettled them more than hunger ever could.
When food was handed out, Mia frowned the moment she saw tomatoes mixed in.
Without hesitation, she began picking them out. Ava helped her, sliding the tomatoes neatly to the side.
A woman nearby, Nia, noticed and scoffed. "Why are you wasting food?" she snapped, her eyes filled with disdain.
"This is the apocalypse. You don't get to be picky anymore."
Ava and Mia were about to ignore her, but then they noticed the guard stationed in the room, his sharp gaze flicking toward them.
Not wanting to leave a bad impression, Ava spoke calmly. "She's allergic to tomatoes."
The moment those words left Ava's mouth, Nia rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Some people really live like princesses even during the apocalypse," she scoffed. "So what if it's an allergy? Food is rare. If it were me, I'd eat it anyway."
