I peer inside. A neatly wrapped chicken sandwich. A bottle of juice. An apple. And a small packet of crisps.
My stomach chooses that exact moment to celebrate.
Grrrrrr...
"Oh, for goodness' sake." I glare downward again. "Have some dignity."
Jared chuckles. "I think your stomach has already accepted the offer."
Despite my embarrassment, laughter bubbles out of me. It feels...Nice. Normal. After everything that's happened today, laughing feels almost unfamiliar.
I look back at the paper bag. "Jared..." My voice softens. "I can't take your lunch."
"You can."
"No."
"You should."
"You'll be hungry."
He shrugs casually. "You've had considerably more emotional damage than I have today."
A surprised laugh escapes me. "Is that your official argument?"
"It is."
I shake my head, smilin
