There weren't many people over there. He picked a few things Aldana hadn't tried before and fed them to her, smiling as he asked, "Is it good?"
Aldana loved desserts, which was something he'd carefully studied over the years.
Aldana looked down at the small, round, sweet-filled thing in her hand, unable to discern its flavor, and curiously asked, "What is this?"
"This is..." Philip was about to answer when a commotion arose in the hall. He turned his head to look outside, and whatever he saw made his expression slightly change, with a hint of coldness appearing on his face.
Aldana sat in her wheelchair, with her line of sight lower than his, unable to see what he saw, but she could sense the sudden chill in his demeanor.
She softly asked, "What's wrong?"
