Eating At The Table

Lucille was speechless. She did not do anything, did she? Just then, the door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside. When Frank came in, he saw Lucille sitting at the table for a meal while a waiter helped with the plating. Since Lucille could not see, she always had the waiter assist her when it came to getting food. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Frank composed himself and sat next to Lucille. "Is it tasty?" Lucille, who could not taste the food, replied indifferently, "It's alright." After having two small pieces of cake, Lucille put down her spoon. Frank, being thoughtful, handed her a napkin and spoke gently, "Bobo, would you like to accompany me to meet some guests?" Unconsciously, Lucille looked in another direction and then answered, "Okay." Frank took Lucille's hand, leading her out of the banquet hall. Lucille could feel a burning gaze almost fixed on her from behind that did not shift away for a moment. The door to the banquet hall was slowly closed. No one kne