Hannah looked up, her eyes reddened from rubbing, tears having washed away the dust around them, revealing a bit of her delicate skin.
"Hannah, my name is Hannah."
She repeated it twice.
The old woman reached out and rubbed her head. "You must be hungry, dear. I have some tasty cakes here, would you like to eat some?"
Hannah clutched her fingers, her eyes timid. "Can I… really eat?"
"Of course," the old woman nodded, "but you have to let granny go inside first."
Hannah hesitated, her little hands clasped together, her eyes irresistibly drawn to the basket on the old woman's arm.
She must appear conflicted and tense to lower their guard.
That's what she told herself silently.
"Granny, do you really have cakes?"
She asked in a soft voice, her eyes innocent and naive.
"Of course, I do." The old woman smiled, pulling back a corner of the gray cloth covering the basket to reveal a corner of a large cake.
