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Lunch Break

The Zwei has been contacted to deal with several minor distortions on the loose. There's little time for me to waste. One sandwich for myself, and one for Camille. I am certain it will not take too long.
An order of takeout for two sandwiches shall take approximately five to ten minutes, assuming nothing gets in the way—
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
Helloooo? Paula, is that you?!
Great. Just excellent. Here I was, believing that there would be no distractions. How foolish of me.
Paula Zwei Fixer
Greetings, Sasha. I see you have been well.
She's already looming over me in the line. Her voice is loud and far too casual.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
You don't gotta be so formal with me, buddy! We're friends. More than friends, even! Best friends!
Paula Zwei Fixer
...Please state your business.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
You buying sandwiches? Is it your first time here? Oh, you're next! Come here, I'll pay for that.
Paula Zwei Fixer
What-?!
Moving in front of me, Sasha immediately goes to slam her wallet in front of that pathetic cashier. Before I can even protest, the payment goes through. It seems I am going to be here much longer than I initially planned.
Paula Zwei Fixer
Sasha, there is no need for this. Our salaries are vastly different—
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
Yeah yeah, whatever. Come here. Let's catch up or something! I haven't seen you in a bit.
Paula Zwei Fixer
Will you stop interrupting me...
I am at the mercy of someone I am close to. Sasha and I have known each other for quite a while, having worked in operations in the past. Our joint collaborations have been more than successful. But this...
This was, frankly, ridiculous. Here I was, being dragged onto a table and being sat down. How did I let this slide for so long?
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
I'm actually here 'cause some guy paid us to address some uh...what was it? Distortions?
Paula Zwei Fixer
A coincidence this must be, then. Our section is being deployed for the same reason.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
Hooo...in that case, we've got all the time to work together, no?
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
And by working together, I mean you do the fighting and I watch while eating your sandwich. What'd you get, anyhow? Pork cutlet?
She sure talks a lot. I cannot help but listen no matter how unimportant it may be. As she talked, she leaned back and bounced her leg. I listened even then.
Our sandwiches are served eventually, but she takes my tray instead of her own. I can believe it is intentional, though I try and stop her.
Paula Zwei Fixer
...Sasha. That one belongs to me.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
Oh, is it yours? Give me a bite.
Paula Zwei Fixer
Why should I? It is mine.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
Because! This one looks a lot juicier!
They look the same, as far as I can tell. I know Sasha is doing this to annoy me. She's predictable, sometimes. Unfortunately for her, I am aware of what makes her nervous.
Paula Zwei Fixer
Give it to me.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
You ordered two already, just spare me the one! Come onnnn....
Paula Zwei Fixer
One is for Camille. That's not the point.
I reach out, and when Sasha tries to raise her hand to take the sandwich away, I hold her other hand instead.
Sure enough, this catches her off guard.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
What, uh...What are you doin'?
I did not think too far with my actions. What came out of my mouth instead of my usual request was something else entirely, because my eyes were facing hers.
Paula Zwei Fixer
....
Paula Zwei Fixer
Please.
Sasha begins to stammer. I do not let go of her hand, but she drops the sandwich onto the table. Her face heats up, though she looks away before I can get a proper look.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
F-Fine! Good Wings, you're insistent...
Paula Zwei Fixer
Thank you.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
You really didn't have to beg like that.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
.....
Paula Zwei Fixer
.....
I felt my heart racing all of a sudden, as I realized I hadn't let go of her just yet. Most of all, our fingers began to intertwine. We stared at our hands, unable to process it. What was this feeling?
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
...So are you gonna let go, or...
Paula Zwei Fixer
Right, yes. My apologies.
Yet, when I made my attempt, her grip on my hand remained still. It became embarrassing to even look. The noise of the restaurant drowned out our silence. It was not uncomfortable to hold Sasha like this.
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
Are you in a hurry, Paula?
Paula Zwei Fixer
....
I do not stop her, even as I began to grow hungry. I do not stop her...
Sasha Multicrack Office Rep.
I'm gonna take that as a no, kay? Let's talk about our jobs for a sec...
Our hands hide under the table all throughout. I am not usually one to be distracted by such minor inconveniences. Except today, where I cannot even focus on our operation.
I wonder now how the rest of our coworkers will feel if they saw us.
Frankly, I do not care about what they will think.