Hoping and Eating

Chapter 2

I looked at all the foods lined up. There’s turkey, tiramisu, cheesecake, ice cream, fruits, and all the finest things. Can’t eat, can’t eat it. It’s not what it seems, mother said no. No food from strangers, especially these ones! My mouth waters as I sit down and I snap my head and force a smile. “Hello, I am Kaviya Raymond! *Pleasure* to be here!” That hurt, that hurt so much to say. I did not mean a single thing. If you are over the age of five, you know I do NOT want to be here. “Hello, Kaviya. We will interview over dinner! I bet you’re hungry after waiting so long!” No, no I was not. “No thank you! I just had my share before coming here.” Another smile! SMILE! “Well, isn’t that a shame! Didn’t we mention not to eat to much in the letter? Haha.. not very fit for a detective if you can’t read what’s in front of you.” Shoot! I read it, almost a hundred times! I know I saw it. What should I say?? “Oh you got me. I’m just not that hungry! I’m mainly.. er nervous. I fast when I’m nervous, just a little side effect.” Nice on the go thinking if I do say so myself. Which I probably do. Eh, at least I tried! “Clever girl..now! Onto the interview part please.” “Question one: Why are you capable of being the detective?” I’ll spare you the boring questions and answers.