EVIES POV
I barely noticed lunchtime arrive.
The manuscript sat open beside my keyboard, pages covered in notes I now wished I could erase.
I had spent the entire morning trying not to think about what I had written. Trying not to think about Alexander. Trying not to think about the look on his face when he had realised I understood exactly what the manuscript was.
A soft movement near my desk pulled my attention up.
Alexander stood there holding a sandwich and a bottle of water.
For a second I thought he might say something.
Instead he simply placed them beside my keyboard.
“Lunch,” he said.
I blinked.
“Oh.”
“You haven’t left your desk.”
“I’m working.”
“So am I.”
His expression remained neutral.
“Eat.”
Then he was gone.
No discussion. No mention of the manuscript. No ment
