Eliza stared at the bowl in front of her, realizing she couldn't possibly finish it all. "How about I share some with you?"
"Sure thing." Juan turned and headed to the kitchen, returning with a bowl for Eliza. "When it comes to real friendship, it's us who get it. Mr. Casper, on the other hand, is just too stingy."
Casper: ...
"Juan, could you have a bit of shame? Was this pasta even meant for you?"
With an innocent look, Juan sighed, "I'm hungry, so let's forget about my shame for now."
"You..."
Eliza looked up at Casper. "You should have some too."
She took the bowl and divided the pasta into three portions. One for each, to avoid any squabbling.
"Mr. Casper, come join us. It's the least we can do to appreciate your hard work." Juan pulled up a chair for Casper.
Casper was indeed a bit upset. But for Eliza's sake, he swallowed his pride.
"I'm not hungry. I'll head back now and come over tomorrow." He was worried the Smith family might cause more trouble. After all, Eliza was a woman. She might not be able to handle it.
"Alright then, you must be exhausted." Eliza didn't insist on him staying, standing up to escort Casper out. "Thank you so much for all your help."
"Don't mention it."
After Casper left, Eliza returned to her meal with a lack of enthusiasm, taking a few bites of her pasta before heading back to the living room.
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