Mac grabbed two plates, two wine glasses, two sets of silverware, and two napkins. Most nights spent at his apartment were lonely, but tonight, that would all change.
Stella sat at the table, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes staring straight ahead into the wall. Mac could tell she was thinking about something, for the looks on her face would change from a partial smile to that of pure fear.
"Stell...what are you thinking about?"
No repsonse.
"Please, tell me," Mac pleaded, touching her on the back of the shoulder.
She jumped slightly, snapping back to reality.
"What, Mac?" anger was heard in her tone.
"Nothing, Stella. Dinner will be ready soon. I made us lasgna, garlic bread, and for dessert, apple turnovers."
Mac noticed Stella lick her lips, but she once again said nothing.
The beeper on the stove rang loudly into the medium sized kitchen, and Mac left Stella's side to get it.
"Do you want coffee or wine?" Mac asked, turning on the coffee machine.
"Wine now, and keep it coming," she clinked her knife against her glass.
Mac smiled softly, and brought the wine from the cupboard out to Stella. She poured her own glass, filling it to the rim and gulping it all down at once.
"Woah, slow down there smokey, you have all night."
"This pain needs to just go away. This will help. Just back off, Mac."
And that he did. Grabbing her plate, he went to the kitchen, dished out a portion size of lasgna, grabbed a piece of bread, and put her dessert on the side.
After setting it down, he did the same with his plate, but instead dished out a bit more than he had for Stella's.
Sitting down, he placed his napkin in his lap, grabbed his fork, and started eating. After his first three bites, though, he noticed Stella had touched a single bit.
"Something wrong? I thought this would be good, it's your favorite!"
"It is..." Stella finally made eye contact with him since they had been at his apartment, "It's just..."