When she finally got to the quiet break area she had in mind, she lowered herself into the chair slowly, like her body was only just remembering how tired it was.
She placed her bag beside her, exhaled, then reached for the food pack.
For a moment, she just stared at it.
It was not opened and not touched, it was just sitting there in front of her.
Finally, she started peeling it open carefully, and the smell hit her immediately. It was familiar. Not the overly fancy meals but just what she liked.
This was… right.
Her brows pulled together slightly. She paused again with her fingers hovering over the cutlery.
This is what I like.
The thought came uninvited, and with it, confusion. How did he know? She have not exactly told him to order anything for her before. Could it be that he ha
