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Tony nods, disappearing into a nearby walk-in freezer. My mind is still turning, cooks rushing past us to attend to pots of boiling water and cutting up vegetables.
I spot an empty countertop not being used and I gesture to it. "Can I wait there?" I ask Damon.
He looks behind me to the stainless steel countertop, nodding.
We head out of the way of the staff as someone runs past with more steaming food. I push myself off the ground, sitting on the countertop with my legs dangling off the side.
Damon leans against the wall near me, folding his arms as he observes the staff.
"Is this how you guys get your food?" I ask, trying to make conversation.
He glances over at me. "For the society meetings? Yes."
I nod. "And your snack stash."
His lips twitch into a smile. "I thought I was missing some. I assume Grey made himself busy in my drawers."
"Yeah," I laugh awkwardly. "Sorry… and, uh, sorry about your bed."
I don't know why I mention it. I get word vomit when I'm nervous, and I'm not an idiot. He absolutely saw the state of his room. I know Grey said he wouldn't care, but still… an apology seems appropriate.
"I had the sheets changed," he murmurs, unfazed.
Nodding again, I look up as Tony approaches with a plate. My mouth waters at the sight of a large sandwich, piled high with various fresh ingredients—ones we never see at meal times.
"Here," he says, shoving it toward me. "Drinks are in the fridge."
He dashes off before we can respond and I look at Damon, picking up the sandwich with two hands. "Drinks?"
"Soda, alcohol. The usual. I'll grab one."
It's bizarre that he refers to it as the usual since we're never offered anything except water and milk. I watch as he heads to the other side of the kitchen, taking the opportunity to bite into the sandwich. It's easily one of the best meals I've had since coming here—second only to the society feasts.
When Damon returns, he holds out a can of Coke to me.
"I haven't had Coke in ages," I mumble with excitement, grabbing the cold can from his grip.
He doesn't respond, leaning back against the wall. I can only assume he's not thrilled about being on Avery-sitting duty, so I keep quiet, eating quickly.
I demolish the whole sandwich and the can of soda, leaving the plate on the countertop next to me.
Damon glances over at the empty plate, a bored expression on his face. "Are you full?"
"Yeah, I'm good," I tell him, sparing a sympathetic look to the busy staff. "We should get out of here. They seem stressed."
"They'll live," he shoots back, kicking off the wall.
We leave the kitchen and I give Tony a little wave to show my appreciation. He pauses slightly, looking almost confused, but quickly turns away, continuing with his tasks.
"Am I heading back to Mr. Whittingham's office?" I ask Damon as we cross the hall to the doors.
Damon looks at me, a smirk on his face. "Absolutely not. Unless you want to, of course."
"No," I answer quickly, shaking my head. "Anything but that."
He snorts. "Don't care much for his company?"
My face scrunches up in frustration. "He's not my first choice, that's for sure. Or my second. Hell, probably wouldn't even rank him anything above last."
