Let alone the fact that I couldn't learn anything about her being a sugar mommy or not, we didn't even talk as much as I tried.
It seemed as if last week had never happened at this point. It felt as if we never spent our lunch time talking nonsense and laughing about it. Miss Burry was so quiet, I could actually see there was a wall that wasn't letting me see any of the bits of her that made her so interesting to be with.
"... are you feeling unwell?" Seeing that she was almost picking on her food, I had to ask her since it seemed like the only reason that could explain this ambience. "You are very quiet today."
"Ah… am I?"
"You are. A lot, Miss Burry." Suddenly, I felt anxious. Could it really be that?
"I think I have a bit of a stomach ache, m-maybe that's why." Looking down, she put down her cutlery and her expression made me eager to find a way to help her.
"Oh, really? Has it been like this all day? Do you need to rest?"
"... Um… I don't really know."
