The next day, sitting in his office, the concentration of Benedict was broken by the sound of the door opening. He looked up with a jerk of his head and saw Clara standing there with a mischievous smile across her face and a takeaway bag slung over her arm.
"Hey," she chirped, her voice light and casual. "I was just in the area and thought I'd bring some lunch. Hope you don't mind some company.
Benedict blinked, caught off guard for a moment. He hadn't expected her to just appear like this. "Clara, you didn't have to do that," he said, standing up from his desk, hesitating. "But. I guess I could use a break. Thanks for the food.
She stepped into the room with confident grace, with soft clicking heels on the floor. Clara placed the bag at the table, deliberate in the action, showing what
