Cravings

Ever sat on the hospital couch, her stomach twisting—not with stress this time, but with an overwhelming craving that made absolutely no sense. She licked her lips, the thought of tangy citrus bursting in her mouth making her restless.

Tomato sauce.

Her eyes widened at the realization. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought, pressing a hand to her stomach.

She glanced toward Isla, who was still chatting animatedly with Allesandro. The sight of them together made something twist in her chest, but before she could dwell on it, the craving hit her like a wave again.

"Ugh, I need oranges… or lemons… or something sour," she muttered to herself. Then, almost immediately, she whispered, "With tomato sauce."

At that moment, Allesandro turned to look at her. "Did you say something?"

Ever hesitated, embarrassed by how ridiculous it sounded. Swallowing her pride, she crossed her arms and mumbled, "I need oranges and tomato sauce."