“Sandwich du jour, sounds classy when ya put it that way,” she commented, reaching into the basket and grabbing one of the sandwiches and unwrapping it. It actually looked pretty good. She glanced at the bench as he moved it, taking a seat on the other side of it when he offered. “Cheers,” she replied, setting the sandwich on her lap as she poured some of the contents of her canteen into its cup and taking a sip. She took a second look into the basket, helping herself to a few more of the items inside before beginning to eat.
“That’s the plan. Dressing up egg salad is kinda hard so–why not just add some French and make it sound,” his lips formed a perfect circle, eyebrows joining in with an enthusiastic wiggle, “Oooo–fancy?” Blaine waited for her to grab out what she wanted from the basket bringing both legs up to bend them at the knees and turn them into a pretzel shape on the bench. Once she picked whatever suited her fancy–Blaine scooped out a sandwich, unwrapped it carefully, hoisted it up like it was a cup and toasted her with it. “Cheers,” he chuckled giving her a thoughtful side eye. A thought ran a crease between his brows. “Miss Rhodes? Can I ask you something? What are you doing here? I thought you were done with this place years ago? If you don’t mind me asking–why aren’t you still in New York City? Isn’t that where you really want to be?”
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