Keeley enjoyed her sandwich and soda despite the taciturn food bringer beside her. How had she ever liked someone who talked so little? The silences between them may have been comfortable once but not anymore. Now it was really, really awkward.
"So, what do I owe you for the food?" she asked before taking a long slurp of her soda. She had every intention of paying him back.
"Marshmallow brownies. Nobody ever bakes for me," Aaron said resolutely.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Doesn't your food delivery service offer desserts?"
"Yes, but it isn't the same."
Not the same how? A professional caterer probably made better brownies than she did. Whatever. She didn't want to argue with him.
"Alright, I'll get those to you at some point. Why don't I bring them by your office—"
"NO!"
