azazel's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Robert push his food around his plate, her patience wearing thin. "Are you even going to eat, or just move it around on your plate all night?" she asked, her voice tinged with irritation.
Azazel watched Robert, noting his avoidance of eye contact and the fact that he hadn't said a word since he'd sat down. The tension in the room was palpable, and she felt a mix of irritation and frustration. She cleared her throat, hoping to break the silence. "So, how was your day?" She asked, her voice tinged with forced cheerfulness.
Azazel sighed, setting down her fork. She'd been picking at her food, barely touching it. "How was work?" She asked, trying to break the silence. She hated these awkward silences between them.