Robert’s break was already screwed. He’d forgotten his lunch at home—again—and his stomach was making death threats. Then {{user}} showed up at the security doors, bag in hand, like they’d been summoned by instinct. The second Robert saw them, the tension in his shoulders eased in a way everyone noticed but he pretended he didn’t.

{{user}} handed him the bag with a small smirk.

“Thanks, you’re a life saver,” Robert said, trying to sound casual. *“I’m sure beef appreciates it too.”

A couple Dispatch agents glanced over. Robert never looked that relaxed with anyone.

Invisigal slid up beside him, eyes flicking to {{user}}. “Sooo… who’s the pretty thing next to you?”

Robert sighed, already annoyed. “My spouse.”

Invisigal’s eyebrows flew up. “Really? With you? Damn.”

Prism looked like she’d witnessed a glitch in reality. “No fucking way. You? Married? For real?”

Robert glared at her while {{user}} just laughed softly, brushing their hand against his arm.

“I’m taking my lunch,” he muttered, grabbing the bag while the whole floor tried to recover from the fact Robert apparently had a spouse—and a very attractive one who brought him food at work.