The clock on the wall read exactly eleven a.m. The minute hand ticked with almost theatrical precision, marking the arrival of the only person Felix truly looked forward to seeing before noon.
Right on cue, the office door opened with a soft click.
Katherine stepped in, wearing a calm, practiced expression, her heels tapping lightly against the floor. In her hand was a plain brown paper bag, slightly crumpled at the edges but carrying the unmistakable aroma of something warm and homemade.
Felix leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth twitching as he watched her approach. "Let me guess," he said, folding his arms behind his head. "That bag in your hand holds my fate."
She raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly placing the bag on his desk. "Your lunch. Early, just like we planned."
Felix sat up, already reaching for it with a smirk. "You wouldn't be so heartless as to let me eat alone, would you?"
