Lisa looked at him for a few seconds before she looked at the plate of cold noodles.
"You remembered."
Ravi was quiet for a second, "Of course. We are partners after all."
She did not move her fork. Without her police uniform, dressed in a white hospital gown, she looked very young. He forgot at times just how young she was.
"Partners should stick together," Lisa repeated what she had said to him after they had met. She still recalled that irritated and cold hazel eyes that scanned her over.
"You are right. We should. Try them and let me know what they taste like."
The noodles were fragrant and had a satisfying chewiness to them. The sauce was a good balance while the chili oil reminded her of the one that her grandmother used to send to her mother before she passed away.
The pickled green beans and the cucumber were crunchy and refreshing. It made her eyes prickle against her wish.