Ellen stared down at the plate of food in front of her, trying to focus on the meal Mason had brought over. She hadn't expected him to be so... attentive. As she looked at her fettuccine and salad, she couldn't help but glance across the table at Mason, who had nothing in front of him.
Her mind drifted back to just a few minutes earlier when they had entered the cafeteria. She had hesitated, unsure of where to sit, but Mason had told her to find a seat while he went to grab her something to eat. It was unexpected and thoughtful. Now here they were, sitting together, though Mason hadn't gotten anything for himself.
"What are you waiting for?" Mason's voice broke through her thoughts, his tone calm but with a touch of impatience. He gestured slightly toward her plate, his gaze was fixed on her. "Eat."