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I snacked a lot during the day, mostly because I was there, and it was available. I ate one more bagel, the most delicious grilled cheese, pancakes, and even a muffin.Ugh.I’d have to stop that if I continued to use this place as my office; otherwise, I’d definitely put on unwanted weight with all the extra carbs.
"Hello, stranger," Alana exclaimed, making me wince.
I glanced at the clock before closing my laptop.
"Holy shit. It's already past six," I said.
"Oh yeah. The second I saw 5:59 p.m., I ducked out of the gallery. Not that anyone came in for the past hour, but I have to stay there anyway."
I surged to my feet, kissing her cheek before we both sat down. She looked at the table.
"You ate well today. I thought I'd find you here, starving."
"Oh, not at all." I pointed at the plate with a muffin. "This isn't all I had, by the way."
"You said you never remember to order food once you get engrossed in work."
I frowned. “Wait a second. I didn't order anything.”
I startled in my chair, rewinding the day. Was I suffering from temporary memory loss? Had I been so lost in my sketches, Fiverr orders, and then research that I didn't remember ordering? But that was impossible, because I had a clear image of me placing an order this morning. Why would I not remember the rest?
As the waiter came to take Alana's order, he looked at me. "Miss, is there anything else I can get you?" he asked me after Alana ordered a decaf cappuccino with almond milk.
"I know this might sound weird, but did I order everything I got today?"
"No." He didn't even miss a beat.
My eyes bulged. "Okaaay, so you have a policy of serving customers who don't order stuff? Not that I'm complaining because I've loved everything, but how could you tell I needed food and what to give me?"
"We got a call this morning from a guy, name was Maxwell something."
"Sam," I whispered.
"That's right. Exactly. He opened the tab and gave us his credit card information. Told us you like bagels and cheese and coffee with skim milk and to bring something to snack on every couple hours or you were going to starve."
My jaw dropped. Alana was snickering.
"Thank you," I said.
Well, at least I wasn’t going crazy.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked.
"I'm pretty full from all the snacks. Some water, please?"
"Right away, ma'am."
After he left, Alana pinned me with her gaze. "Your sexy roommate is clearly trying to woo you."
"He is?" I asked.
Alana frowned. "Girlfriend, what do you think this is called? How did he even know you're here?"
"I told him, and then I didn't hear from him again."
"He probably knew you'd have his balls if he interrupted you while you were in your creative mode."
I was still reeling that Sam had actually called here to make sure I wasn't starving.
