“I-I didn’t have money for groceries, and it was all I had left,” I murmur, my eyes blurring with tears. Does he have to go this far and embarrass me?
I try to blink the tears away, and just as I’m about to stand up to leave, Ethan shifts in his chair, and I freeze.
A rumble sounds through the room and then a steak lunch is set in my lap. The steak is cut up into bite-size pieces, and when I look up, Ethan is looking at his phone with a scowl. My eyes fall back on the food, and my heart melts a little more.
“Ryan is bringing me lunch. You can eat this,” Ethan says. “Next time, buy yourself lunch if you didn’t bring anything.”
There is no anger in his tone. Instead, a soft rumble echoes through the room, sending warm comfort through me.
“Thank you, Ethan,” I murmur, stabbing a pie
