Cold Pizza and Cold Heart

Saito answered the door, took the tray, and then closed it saying anything. 

The smell of food filled the room, and Haruki heard his stomach growl with hunger. 

The mountaineer placed the tray on the bar. 

"Come and eat Haruki," the climber called.

He had ordered pizza. 

"Mew," Jiji ran over to the climber as soon as he opened the lid, meowing. Saito ignored the cat as he always did.

Haruki, when served, gave some tiny pieces of protein from his slice to the puss. It was so easy to love his small buddy with simple needs.

Dinner was silent. Haruki didn't think of anything to say, and the mountaineer was silent too. Saito ignored him. 'Is he really mad about Jiji? About me? About everything involving me?' Haruki didn't have the courage to ask.