Amanda Smith stayed upstairs and even smelled the bizarre odor wafting up from below. She had eaten a little food today and had been sleeping all day long. Now that she was awake, the air in her room was polluted by that terrible smell downstairs. Buried under the covers with only her eyes exposed, she watched the door warily, knowing who was coming.
After a while, that door was indeed opened, and Samuel Johnson walked in with a bowl of steaming something, bearing a smile on his face she couldn't decipher, somewhat shy-looking.
Amanda lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at him. Samuel made his way to her side, hesitantly, and Amanda horrifyingly realized that the thing in his hands was the very culprit polluting her room's air.
What was worse, Samuel quietly pushed that bowl of soup in front of her.
Amanda nearly got smoked out and dodged to the side, watching him warily.