AMELIA RAN AWAY

"Here! I made this for you; it might not be on par with the foods your admirers send you daily!" Amelia's voice broke as she thrust the lunchbox into Kendrick's hands. Amelia's eyes, filled with a mix of hurt and determination, met his for a fleeting moment before she turned and bolted towards the exit. Woobin, her loyal bodyguard, quickly followed, his face etched with concern.

Kendrick stood there, momentarily stunned, his heart sinking as he watched Amelia's retreating figure. The lunchbox felt heavy in his hands, a tangible symbol of her pain and his own failures. He passed it to Alu, his assistant, and sprinted after her, his voice filled with desperation. "Amelia! Honey!"