I've Waited Long Enough...

When Kakfa heard Camila's question, he smiled wider, almost as if she had asked him something completely normal.

"Why? Of course, it's because it would be a waste if no one ate this slid pasta." He said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "So I'm taking it as my duty to do so."

Camila let out an exasperated sigh, her patience hanging by a thread as she reached for Kafka's arm, firmly trying to pull him up from the floor.

"Kafka, stop this nonsense." She said, her voice laced with irritation and concern, unable to understand why he was suddenly behaving like a dog that had spotted some food on the floor. "It's already touched the floor, it's dirty—just get up and eat the food on your plate!"

But Kafka—

Kafka simply smiled.

Not his usual teasing, smug grin.

Not a lazy smirk meant to annoy her.

But a gentle, warm, almost reverent smile.

And then—he spoke.