April took the mints he handed her. He had a point, she shrugged. She popped the mints into her mouth before turning her attention back to Blaine. Free food was free food, however it was offered. “Depends on what ya got in there,” she said, leaning against the piano and glancing at the basket.
“There’s some sandwiches. Egg salad,” he coyly grinned, “Which–I don’t mean to brag but it’s one of my best sandwiches du jour–if I do say so myself. Grapes, a couple oranges, pita chips and brownies. Orange juice.” His voice dropped to a mutter pertaining to him doubting she needed anything to drink since she had that covered. Spoken towards the basket and coughed away like it never happened, of course. Blaine moved a foot back and snagged the leg of the piano bench with the tip of his shoe sliding it close enough to sit down taking the basket along so he could put it in the middle. Leaning over, he patted the empty side to offer her a seat. “Seeing as how my boyfriend seems to be held up–no doubt dealing with a drama I’ll be filled in complete with grandiose hand gestures and half a dozen eye rolls? Have a seat. Let’s eat.”
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