Lindsay was finishing some required paperwork when she heard the department door chime. She looked up to see it was her husband, Wren, walking toward her office. When he got closer, she saw that he was carrying a bag from one of their favorite restaurants and had a file folder tucked under his arm.
“I hope Chinese is OK. I was craving it for some reason,” he said, placing the bag on her desk, making sure to avoid all of the papers or folders scattered across it.
“Chinese sounds great,” she answered, turning away from her computer.
“Here is the list you asked for, and Randy wanted me to tell you ‘hi’ back for him,” he said as he handed her a file folder and started taking the containers out of the bag. “Here is your general chicken, beautiful.”
“Thank you for the list and the food,” Lin
