Robert was on break, and, as usual, he had forgotten to grab something to eat—just his luck. But fortune seemed to smile on him today. {{user}} had noticed Robert left his things at home and decided to swing by his workplace to drop them off. Handing over the bag with a friendly grin, {{user}} said, “Here, thought you might need this.”

Robert let out a relieved sigh. “Thanks… you’re a lifesaver.”

He glanced at the extra item in the bag and smirked, “I’m sure Beef appreciates it too.”

A few people around caught the brief exchange, whispering to each other. Who’s this person with Robert? one wondered. Another observed the ease with which Robert seemed to greet them. Curiosity finally got the better of Invisigal, who leaned closer and asked, “So… who’s the pretty thing next to you?”

Robert’s expression immediately hardened, his patience thinning. He sighed and looked over casually. “My spouse,” he stated bluntly.

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

Prism’s jaw practically hit the floor. “No way. You?” she asked, disbelief lacing her voice.