64 Hunger (2/2)

”I bet he is, he has the participant number right?” the friend answered and pointed at the 20 that had been placed on his shirt.

”He looks like he'll make it,” she answered her friend as she looked at his disappearing back.

”Doesn't he look familiar?” her friend asked with furrowed eyebrows.

”Wouldn't you remember where you saw him?” the first girl challenged with a chuckle making her friend nod in agreement. He was too impressionable to forget.

Marcel was too hungry to care that he was drawing a lot of attention to himself and was just focused on following Marie's instructions.

He got to the front and saw that the first contestant in line was 11, so he counted the positions and ended up making eye contact with the 21st contestant. Marcel smiled politely before pointing at his number and the short-haired girl that was looking at him nodded for him to get in before her.

He would have explained on a normal day, but he was not in the best mood at the moment. Two minutes after he was standing there, Marie came with a bottle of juice and a box of doughnuts that she bought at a nearby cafe.

”Here, thank god you don't have to go in yet, go ahead and drink this,” Marie said as she nudged his arm to get his attention. Marcel took off his sunglasses, his eyes shining with happiness. If they weren't in public, he would have hugged her in gratitude. Marie snorted when she saw his expression and opened the box of doughnuts for him.

”Thank you,” Marcel said with a bright smile as he opened the bottle of juice while simultaneously grabbing a chocolate-covered doughnut.

”Will this be okay for your diet?” Marie asked and Marcel paused in the middle of a bite.

”I'm supposed to be on a diet?” Marcel asked while feigning surprise making Marie sigh.

”I'll have just one,” Marcel said in comfort. For some reason, those words sounded familiar to Marie, but she couldn't remember where she heard them.

”Contestant 11 to 15 please come in!” someone came out to shout, and the queue moved forward.

”Are you confident? You aren't too nervous, right?” Marie asked Marcel, who had finished half his donut already.

”I'm fine, just hungry,” Marcel answered, but Marie wasn't assured by him at all.

”Do you want a donut?” Marcel offered the person before and behind him, but they both declined. He shrugged his shoulders and finished his doughnut before stretching his hand out to reach for another one, but Marie closed the box immediately and handed him a napkin so he could wipe his sticky fingers.

”You said you'd have one,” Marie explained, Marcel didn't complain and carefully wiped his lips and hands.

”You'll be in there for about 15 minutes, make sure you use your allotted time wisely,” Marie advised as she took the juice and napkin from him.

”Wish me luck,” Marcel said cheerfully. Marie mumbled to herself about how he seemed to be easygoing about everything.

”Mmmh, I'll ask Julia to take you for lunch after this,” Marie said as she left Marcel alone. After she left, the smile on Marcel's face disappeared as he turned serious.

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