[A hand comes out nigh automatically and catches the carefully wrapped cake sample. Thankfully, the order to sit doesn’t mean he has to be completely still. He can catch pastries thrown his way. He can also sock this man in the face if he has to, which admittedly is its own sort of comforting thought.
Being so initially slighted is enough to override any small pangs of hunger radiating in his middle. But it’s Jake’s acquiescence of his food — maybe to be interpreted as consideration — that has him dulling the edges to his words. Speaking of “means”—]
You worked for it, you bargained for it… or you stole it.
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Being so initially slighted is enough to override any small pangs of hunger radiating in his middle. But it’s Jake’s acquiescence of his food — maybe to be interpreted as consideration — that has him dulling the edges to his words. Speaking of “means”—]
You worked for it, you bargained for it… or you stole it.
[The food, he means. A quirk of a pale brow.]
Am I eating with a thief?