Trey lays a foil cylinder on the desk in front of me. Where the sandwich comes from, I’m not sure. Maybe he had it in his other hand. Thoughts of butt prints had me so distracted I even forgot about Melvin for a few minutes.
I’m pretty sure if I explained to a Judge that Melvin spent ten minutes schooling me on how jelly stays to the left, he’d grant me a restraining order. Part of my salary package has to include hazard pay.
Trey begins to unwrap the sandwich. “I didn’t see your name in there so I thought we could share.”
“This is your sub?” I look at the lightly toasted top piece and my stomach growls.
He doesn’t notice or is smart enough not to mention how I’ve become a lion. “Yes, but I figure since I’m taking you to dinner tonight, we can split it to hold us over.”
For a moment my heart melts. For real it melts, a puddle right on the floor under my chair, but then I’m still pissy over Melvin and question him.
“What’s on it?” I can’t help it. I get cranky when I'm hungry and have to deal with assholes.
“Stuffed squid, anchovies, mayo, lettuce, and pickles.”
The sub doesn’t look appetizing any longer. I look at the side of it and worry I see a tentacle squirming on the end. “Um, no thanks.”
Trey laughs. “I’m kidding, Simone. It’s turkey.” When I still don't make a move, “I swear, turkey, mayo, lettuce, tomato, and pickles. It’s safe. Do you remember ordering a squid sandwich?”
I don’t and I think I’d remember something like that, but his logic annoys me even as I reach out and pick up the half closest to me. “Okay, but if I eat a tentacle I'm never talking to you again.” My first bite is tentative, but when all I taste is turkey and mayo I smile up at him. “Thanks.”
