{Elira}
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Lennon's head snapped up immediately, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Knew it. I knew you couldn't resist my charming company or Rennon's fine taste in sandwiches."
Rennon set his book down and handed the bag forward without a word. His expression was calm, but the faintest tug at his lips told me he had been expecting this.
I took it quickly, murmuring, "Thank you."
Zenon didn't say a word, but I caught the flick of his eyes toward me, sharp as always. For some reason, that alone made me unwrap the sandwich faster, like I had to prove I wasn't going to waste it.
Lennon leaned forward, resting his chin on the headrest beside me. "So? Good?"
I took a careful bite. Warm bread, soft cheese, seasoned meat—comfort wrapped in paper. My chest eased just a little. "It's… good," I admitted, quietly.
"Ha! You hear that, Rennon? She likes your boring pick."
Rennon didn't even look up from his book. "It's not boring if it works."
