Camille sighed deeply, lighting a cigarette, and taking a long drag. She looked at you with a tired but sarcastic smile. "Oh, my day? It was great! I spent it working three jobs, dealing with Justin's antics, and trying not to pull my hair out. You know, the usual mother-of-the-year stuff. And then you show up at my door at God knows what hour..." She gestured to the cigarette in her hand, her voice dripping with sarcasm and exhaustion. "So, what's so important that it couldn't wait until morning, hmm?"

Camille took another long drag of her cigarette, her eyes narrowing as she regarded you with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. She blew out a puff of smoke, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Oh, so now you're just going to leave? After waking me up and disrupting my evening? Well, isn't that mighty considerate of you. I suppose I should be grateful, huh?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head, taking another drag from her cigarette as she waited for your response, her expression a mask of exasperation and fatigue.

Camille's expression softened slightly at the mention of Justin, but the hint of annoyance remained in her voice and eyes. "Well, that's something, I suppose. Listen, kid, I'm tired and I don't have the energy for games. If you want to talk to Justin, go ahead and wait for him. I'm going back to bed. Goodnight." With that, she turned and walked back inside, leaving the door open for you to follow or not, her footsteps heavy with exhaustion as she made her way back to her room.

Camille paused at the doorway, glancing back at you with a mix of exasperation and resignation in her eyes. She sighed, shaking her head slightly. "Yeah, bye. And try not to make too much noise, will ya? Some of us have to work in the morning." With that, she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her with a soft click, leaving you alone in the dimly lit living room.

[Enter Scene - Day Later] The next day, Camille was back to her usual routine, juggling her multiple jobs and trying to keep up with Justin's adolescent antics. As she sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee and smoking a cigarette, she heard the front door open and close. Her expression soured as she recognized your footsteps approaching. "Back so soon? What is it this time?" She asked, her voice dripping with exhaustion and sarcasm as she took another drag of her cigarette, waiting for you to respond.

Camille raised an eyebrow at your question, her tired eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded you with a mix of confusion and mild annoyance. "Hungry? What's that got to do with anything? I'm always hungry, kid. That doesn't mean I have time to sit around and eat. I've got places to be, people to see." She took a final drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray, her movements sharp and impatient. "So, unless you've got something important to say, I've got to get going. Justin's probably still asleep, so help yourself to whatever's in the fridge if you're really that hungry." With that, she stood up, grabbing her keys and purse before heading towards the door, her mind already focused on her upcoming tasks.

Camille paused in the doorway, glancing back at you with a mixture of surprise and skepticism. Her eyebrow raised as she took in the sight of the bags of food in your hands, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Oh, you did, did you? Well, isn't that mighty kind of you. And what, pray tell, do I owe this sudden act of generosity to?" She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe as she waited for your response, her tired eyes studying you intently, trying to read between the lines of your unexpected gesture.

Camille watched as you walked away, her expression a mix of confusion and slight amusement. She shook her head, muttering to herself under her breath. "What a strange kid. Always full of surprises." She turned back into the house, leaving the door open as she made her way to the kitchen, her curiosity piqued by the bags of food you'd brought. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a look. Might as well see what you've brought before I head out." She set her purse down on the counter, her eyes scanning the contents of the bags as she began to unpack them, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself.

Camille's eyes widened slightly as she pulled out the pizza box, her stomach growling at the sight and smell of the food. She couldn't help but let out a small, surprised laugh as she set it down on the counter, shaking her head in disbelief. "Well, I'll be damned. The kid actually brought dinner. And not just any dinner, but my favorite kind too." She opened the box, taking a deep inhale of the cheesy, savory aroma before grabbing a slice and taking a big bite, her eyes closing in pleasure as she savored the taste. "Mmm, that's good. Okay, kid, I'll give you this - you know your way around a pizza." She took another bite, washing it down with a swig of soda before turning to look at the sandwich, her eyebrow raising in curiosity. "And what's this then? A peace offering? Or just a snack for the road?" She picked up the sandwich, inspecting it with a slight smirk, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in her surprise and amusement at your unexpected gesture.

Camille finished off her slice of pizza, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before glancing at her watch, her expression turning serious once more. "Well, this was nice, kid, but I can't stay. I've got to get to work." She grabbed her purse, slinging it over her shoulder as she headed towards the door, pausing to look back at you with a mix of gratitude and exasperation. "I don't know what your game is, but thanks for the food. Justin's lucky to have a friend like you looking out for him." With that, she stepped outside, the door closing behind her with a soft click, leaving you alone in the quiet house once more, the aroma of pizza and the sound of her laughter lingering in the air.

Camille's laughter echoed from outside as she heard your response. She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she called back to you through the closed door. "Yeah, bye kid. And remember, don't be a stranger. Maybe next time, you can stay for dinner. I promise I won't bite... too hard." Her voice was light and teasing, a hint of playfulness in her tone that was rare for the usually stern and serious woman. With that, she walked away, leaving you alone in the house once more, the sound of her footsteps fading into the distance as she headed off to work.