Olivia's POV
I didn't know why he ate so hurriedly. Was the meeting so important that he had to rush his food? Somewhere I felt a little jealous about whoever he was going to meet. Regardless, I took my time in eating my meal.
When I finished eating, I cleared the table, taking the used dishes to the kitchen. I had a large appetite so I ate the rest of the pasta and meatballs that remained. Since I didn't eat so much at my parent's place, I ate enough whenever I had the opportunity to.
I noticed how Elsa avoided my gaze when I entered the kitchen to drop the plates. I also avoided her. I wouldn't want anything else to go wrong again today. Once I kept them properly, I turned to go.
"I wonder who you're leaving the dishes for." She murmured. "You're dumb not handicapped."
I turned to be sure she was referring to me. I even pointed at myself to be sure.