"Uh.. soup." she stammered looking at his intense eyes as he continued to look at her.
His gaze was unnerving her as she felt all the hairs of her body were stood up.
"I thought you would be hungry," she added looking at his silent face. "But if you don't want to, then it's fine," she added remembering how he had insulted Valerie this evening.
Just when she retracted her hand and was ready to go, the frozen statue finally spoke, "isn't it your dinner Abigail."
Her name sounded so strange, so different the way he took it. Like she was hearing it for the first time. As if her name had suddenly turned beautiful. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she replied, "I have plenty, so if you want it, you can have it."
The man instead of taking the soup chuckled, "you know Abigail I had met many types of liars, but you are the most different among them."