Lukas was waiting inside his expansive office for what felt like an eternity, though it had only been a short while. He found himself staring intently at the unassuming lunch bag perched on the edge of his desk, its presence both tempting and taunting him. Every time he dared to unzip it even slightly, the rich, mouthwatering aroma of Gloria's homemade cooking wafted delicately under his nose—savory spices mingling with tender meats and fresh vegetables—sending his stomach into a symphony of loud, insistent grumbles that echoed through the quiet room.
"Ah, should I just go ahead and eat it right now? It smells divine," Lukas wondered aloud to himself, his resolve wavering as visions of the feast inside danced in his mind. But no, it would be downright awkward if his big brother walked in
