Was she really planning to give me one of her sandwiches?
From the way her fingers lingered by the lunchbox and how hesitant her eyes were, it definitely looked like it. The lunchbox was packed generously—more than enough for just one person to finish. Honestly, anyone could tell it was meant for sharing.
"H-Here..." she murmured, almost in a whisper, her voice barely cutting through the quiet of the corridor.
Her hands trembled slightly as she extended one sandwich toward me.
"I-I just... made an extra today, so I wondered... maybe you could have it," she said, her eyes darting away, trying not to meet mine, cheeks tinged with a soft flush.
"You don't have any other friends to share it with?" I asked, my voice calm, but tinged with genuine curiosity.
