Sam. That was new.
He had never called her by her name before. The sound of it should have been pleasant—if only he wasn’t sitting there, holding someone else.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing a polite smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” she said, stepping forward even as her legs threatened to give way. She placed the lunch box on his desk with quiet precision.
“I brought you lunch. I figured you didn’t eat breakfast.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she held firm. “I’ll get going now.”
She turned swiftly, her movements stiff, unsure of whether she was walking too fast or too slow.
Drake’s gaze flickered to the lunch box before shifting back to her. “You didn’t have to go out of your way. There’s a cafeteria here, you know.”
“If you don’t want it or don’t feel lik
