Ana's POV
I pulled the design proposal from my bag and handed it over to Morris.
While he flipped through it, I started laying out the food I'd brought on his desk.
The rich aroma caught his attention, and he looked up with obvious delight. "You brought me lunch?"
I smiled back at him. "I hadn't eaten yet either, and since you mentioned just grabbing something quick here, I packed a variety. See if anything looks good..."
Morris cut me off mid-sentence, practically bursting out, "Everything looks amazing!"
"Honestly, if I have one redeeming quality, it's that I'm not fussy about food," he added with that boyish grin of his.
I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, though amusement danced in my eyes.
No point in calling out his little white lie, I thought, letting it slide.
Every time we shared a meal, Mr. Welch would wrinkle his nose at anything from the sea—his distaste was pretty transparent.
I'd even wondered aloud if he was allergic once.
