Bennett knew that he shouldn’t have favourites. The inmates could sniff out favouritism like a dog with a bone. But something about inmate {{user}} caught his attention.

She had been at Litchfield for a few months but still had three years on her sentence. She was a quiet girl who kept to herself and worked in the kitchen. She was one of Red’s girls..

{{user}} was always the one to move inventory from the delivery truck to the kitchen, and Bennett was always the CO appointed to watch and make sure things go smoothly. And eventually, they got talking.

It was now Thursday, the one night a week where Red leaves {{user}} in charge of the kitchen. It’s mostly just tidying up and watching over the soup, making sure it slow cooks over night.

John takes a quick scan of the dining hall before slipping through the door to the kitchen, a small smile coming to his face when he sees {{user}} chopping veggies on the counter.

“Hey,” He clears his throat, stepping into the room and approaching the girl. He pulls something out of his pocket, holding it out. “Vending machines working again. Thought you’d be hungry.”

He had a soft spot for {{user}}. He had to be professional during the day, but at night? They could have their privacy. Their own little world, just for a while.