Recipes

Ethan glanced at her lunchbox, then at her. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't offer if I wasn't," she replied, using her chopsticks to pick up a piece of grilled chicken and holding it out to him. "Here."

He hesitated for a second before taking it straight from her chopsticks, chewing thoughtfully.

"…Not bad," he said after a moment.

Riley raised an eyebrow. "Not bad? Excuse you, that's great cooking."

Ethan chuckled. "Alright, alright. It's good."

Satisfied, Riley handed him the extra pair of chopsticks she always kept in her lunchbox — just in case.

She hadn't expected to be sharing a meal today, let alone with Ethan, but it felt natural in a way she couldn't quite explain.

The lunch break stretched on, the quiet hum of conversation filling the air as the workers took their time eating and resting.

The wind had died down a little, but the air still carried the crisp edge of late morning.