(Author's POV)
Professor Lewis stood in the bustling faculty cafeteria, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a familiar target. Zack was waiting in line, clutching a brown paper bag containing a fresh turkey sandwich and a steaming cup of black coffee. He looked ready to bolt.
Lewis intercepted him with a raised eyebrow. "Is that for your notoriously picky mentor?"
Zack offered a polite, weary smile. "Yes, Professor Lewis. Professor Walsh doesn't have much of an appetite today. He just wanted something light."
Lewis snorted, a sound of arrogant amusement. "No appetite? It is probably because he saw the breakthrough my team made this morning while his own research is stalling. He is likely eating his heart out, not lunch."
He reached out. "Give those to me. I will go
