Away from you

"Good morning,"

Egon greeted Adela as she emerged from the tent. He was wearing a long, loose-fitting blue garment that reached his ankles along with sandals. What caught her attention the most, however, was the absence of gloves on his hands.

"...I want to find Arkin and continue on my way," she said.

Stepping aside, Egon revealed the source of the enticing aroma that had awakened her at sunrise. Whatever Egon had hunted, it was already cooked and sizzling over a narrow charcoal grill.

"Sit. We're having breakfast together,"

Although her hunger pangs were intense, the sight of Arkin's favorite food only served to strengthen her resolve to find him. Tearing her eyes away from the tantalizing meat and directing her attention upward, she met Egon's gaze with defiance.

"I don't recall agreeing to have breakfast plans with you."

"Do you always wake up this irritable?"

"No," she replied curtly, her tone conveying her annoyance.