Chapter 90 Eighty Nine

• “What are you doing?” Zevran asked as he walked over to where I was packing food into plastic containers.
• I looked up at him, incredulous. He stood next to me, drying his hands with a dish towel. “Food packing, can’t you see?” I replied with a hint of sarcasm. One of his eyebrows quirked up, and I smacked his hand as he reached for one of the containers.
• “What are you doing?” I demanded, not in the mood for his playful antics. I just wanted to finish packing the food and go see my mother at the hospital.