He’s more of a home-made type of guy, not ‘shove some damp food in your mouth that was probably made out of napkins’, but there wasn’t much he could do about it at this point. It’s his break after all—he has no need or desire to act professional, and she didn’t seem to mind all that much.
❝So it ain’t the meal you were expectin’.❞
As much as she didn’t want to seem intrusive or in the way, she set aside all those thoughts and sat down in front of him. A grin ever still there on her face as she feels… a childish and fun vibe off of him? She could be wrong, no doubt. But she won’t mind finding that out herself.