My weary and hungry eyes was fixed on the tray of food placed before me. The tantalizing aroma of the meal wafted through the air, filling my nostrils and stirring my empty stomach. Hunger gnawed at me irrationally, reminding me that I haadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon when I had last spoken to Massimo.

The food before me was a plate of unappetizing colors and textures. A hot lump of potatoes sat next to a piece of steamed broccoli, while a slab of overcooked and garnished ...