Journey with the boss (2)

The plane was filled to half, so there wasn't much chatter or movement. Most of the passengers were drowsy, so Neven and Vera could relax in their corner without the usual noise of chatter of short flights.

«Do you need something?» Neven asked. «You haven't eaten much for dinner.»

It was an understatement. She had barely nibbled on a sandwich, finishing it just because he didn't move his eyes away until she was done. Under his stern scrutiny, she had eaten, but it was obvious her mood wouldn't have let her if she was alone.

Now, she sighed heavily when he hinted she could have another annoying sandwich.

Why was he pressing her to eat? Was he transforming into a granny forcing her to eat more than appropriate?

«You can have a drink,» he added, leaning his chin on a hand. He was sitting in front of her - so that he could stare every single second without twisting his neck.

«I'm on duty,» she replied, swift.