I actually had no paperwork to review. I lied. I lied because suddenly, when I saw her unboxing the lunch, a part of me wanted to be pampered like a little boy. I wanted her to feed me, as if I were the most important person to her, and she cared a lot about me. Maybe the outward appearance of me was that of a stiff and professional workaholic man, but only the inner me knows how much joy I felt when she finally agreed to feed me.
While she fed me, I made an effort to keep a serious look, pretending to focus on the papers spread out in front of me. But, truth be told, my inner child couldn't resist stealing glimpses whenever she momentarily shifted her gaze while dipping the spoon into the hot pasta, each scoop revealing a tantalizing dance of steam and delicious aromas.
"Hey, don't just
