Felicity was actually touched that someone had not only suggested the bucket, but was trying to help her out even more. The redhead sighed, letting go of the embarrassment induced anger. "... Thank you."

She ordered the white bread at the kind stranger's suggestion. Felicity leaned forward, resting her chin and muscular arms against the wooden table. Huddled, Felicity waited in somber silence as the waiter brought the bread. Felicity took a long look at the sad plate of the single plain slice of bread. After several long seconds of introspection, she reached out and took the bread. As she lazily brought it to her mouth, still leaning on the table, the girl glanced at the person still sitting across from her.

Ugh. People. Felicity was really starting to hate people. All people ever did was hurt her. Even the people closest to her. Why was Felicity so invested in them? Why this sorrow? Why was this stranger being so kind to her, when people were not kind to people? Felicity tried to be a kind person, but she failed again and again to the point of giving up. Yet, here this stranger was, being kind. She needed to know why. And she needed to know why the random act of kindness to a nauseous woman touched her so deeply.

"You know, you're not so bad…" Felicity took a nibble of the bread and slowly swallowed without much chewing, "What's your name?"