Sylvia's eyes went wide as she glanced at the man beside her, blurting out, "He's my Uncle Rupert. Distant relative."

"Distant or not, family's family! Mr. Rupert, you're actually... Uncle Rupert?"

Ms. Ward nearly dropped the plate of pierogi in her hands.

Sylvia quickly reached out and took the plate. "Yeah, he was just passing by. He's leaving now."

As she spoke, she nudged Rupert with her elbow, hinting for him to get moving.

But Rupert stayed put, steady as a rock, his eyes dropping to the plate of pierogi.

Ms. Ward, ever sharp, asked carefully, "Would you like some, Mr. Rupert? I made plenty."

Sylvia jumped in before he could answer. "He's good! He already ate with someone else. I'll eat with you."

Rupert's eyes flicked over to Sylvia, voice calm. "You didn't eat with anyone else?"

The room fell silent, awkwardly so.

Ms. Ward glanced between them. Uncle and niece, right? Then why did this sound like a squabble between kids?

Ward clapped her hands. "Let's just eat together. You two go sit, I'll

Sylvia could protest, Ms. Ward had already

a glare fit

his shoes politely at the door, hanging his coat on Sylvia's

minutes later, Ms. Ward returned with two steaming

thank you and gestured for Ms. Ward

Ward sat next to Sylvia,

gnawed on her fork, watching

could he still

pierogi before she started chatting. "You know,

hadn't said anything, I'd have thought your big brother giving you a ride home was your boyfriend. He's so sweet and attentive-way better than the

she pick a

pierogi into Ms. Ward's mouth.

chewed, then, with the

veton

mean well. That boyfriend of yours is unreliable. Dropped you off once, and now that you're working late, he's nowhere to be seen. Doesn't care

expression grew stormier by

muttered, "Why don't

Ward, never

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