No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Director Hudson, there you are! I was beginning to think you hadn't shown up."

I was just about to check if my breakfast had been tossed into the trash when Grant walked in, holding a bag. "Here, breakfast!"

As soon as he mentioned breakfast, everything made sense.

Breakfast had arrived, but it wasn't the one Dustin had sent over.

I didn't say anything, just looked at him, knowing he wouldn't bring me breakfast without a reason.

As expected, as he set down the breakfast, he said, "Got called into the office for overtime by Mr. Collins at 5 AM and I was so hungry I ended up eating the breakfast on your desk. This is to make it up to you."

I didn't buy his story for a second, but I was too tired to call him out on it. "No need to make it up, I've already eaten."

Truth be told, I hadn't eaten at all. For some reason, I had lost all interest in food these past few days, as if I had lost the ability to feel hungry, and even the thought of eating made me nauseous.

"You can't say that, you must think what I got isn't tasty. But trust me, it's specially made," Grant said with a mysterious grin.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Really? Well, let me have a look. If it suits my taste, I might take a few bites."

Opening the food container, I found a breakfast of scrambled eggs with shrimp and veggies, a porridge sweetened with maple syrup, and my favorite side salads.

was definitely made to order, and I even had a hunch who might have

nutritious - it's got it all," Grant said, reaching to unpack the utensils for

shut. "Meh, just looking at it turns

froze. "But... these are your favorites, aren't they?

favorites?" I cut him off, fixing him with

you mention them, remember? During one of

making it up as he went along; I wasn't

all over it,

really getting under my skin

meals, demand an explanation, but

he did this, the more I ignored

like it forever. People can change course even

words, "then what do you want to eat? Just tell me, and I'll

have been tasked with making sure I ate. If I didn't eat, he wouldn't be able to report back

host in Galaxy Harbor once made

his ignorance wasn't surprising, but

you don't even know what I'm talking about, let alone prepare it for me. Better take this back, Mr. Smith. I need to get to

looked down