I rub my hands together and head off toward the dining room in anticipation of a decent meal, even if it is not the welcoming feast. 'Maybe some food will help clear my head,' I think.

On the way there, I attempt some idle conversation with Luisa. "So, um, you like French cuisine? I can't say that I think much about it, except maybe french fries."

I poke Luisa in her shoulder, playfully testing her muscular definition. "You're pretty ripped. What do you do to work out?"