"No."
Flossie Wright opened the plastic bag carrying her lunchbox and leisurely took out her chopsticks.
Leaning in slightly, Glenn Hutchinson approached her ear, his voice low but somewhat bewitching, "Really not?"
"Stay away from me."
With a slight frown, Flossie Wright forced herself not to turn around.
She broke apart the chopsticks.
Then opened the lunchbox.
One shredded potatoes, one fried eggplant, and underneath, a full box of rice.
Holding the chopsticks, Flossie Wright picked up some white rice.
As if Glenn Hutchinson didn't exist.
Glenn Hutchinson glanced down at her, shook his head slightly, and then walked over to the opposite side of the desk.
He simply sat down.
Staring at Flossie Wright eating.
The previously calm and composed Flossie Wright felt a tingling sensation on her scalp under his intense gaze.
After a few bites, Flossie Wright stopped eating and coolly looked up at Glenn Hutchinson.
