ALEKSANDER
“Stop working, I brought you lunch.” Sidney walks in holding take away packages.
“It’s almost 3pm.” I still log off my computer and join her by the couch where she is setting up.
“And still, I know you haven’t eaten yet.” She unwraps the boxes to reveal chicken chipotle bowls and two forks with napkins.
“Thank you Sid,” the food is still warm. “Do you want anything to drink?” I walk to my mini fridge and grab two water bottles.
“Water is fine,” she stretches out her hand. “You look nice, very different today.”
I do feel different but I say, “thanks” and I asses her appearance.
Grey slacks with loafers and a cream scrub shirt with her name printed on the side, her dark curls held back in a messy French bun.
“You look nice too,” I offer a smile and it pleases her.
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