Driving Me Crazy

“Sigh... What am I even doing?”

A bitter taste lingered in his mouth. Calix shook his head and reached for his share of the meat.

Thud. At that moment, the woman, perhaps finding her piece of meat too hot, dropped it on the ground.

Her hands were red and swollen from the heat. Since the meat was obviously hot, she should have been careful and eaten slowly, instead of foolishly holding the steaming hot bone and pushing it into her mouth as if someone were trying to steal it from her.

Unaware of Calix’s gaze, the woman quickly picked up the meat from the ground, dusting off the part that touched the ground.

“Phew, phew...”

After blowing on it a few times to cool it down, she stuffed the still-smoking flesh into her mouth, cheeks bulging.

“....”

Calix was speechless. Having lived a noble life of privilege, he had never resorted to eating food off the ground, even while on bivouac; he used to leave that for the wild animals.

“Ummph... Cough....”