The food had gone cold, and she had barely touched it. She didn’t realise as I took the plate away, and looked annoyed at the beep of the microwave. As I brought the food back to her desk, she was frowning at the screen, a string of black screens reflecting off her glasses. I sat and held a forkful of pasta to her mouth. Like clockwork, the food disappeared from the plate. I wiped the sauce off her lips, as she brushed my hand while moving the mouse, and put on the biggest smile. shortstory