Karen was leaning over the conference room table, brows furrowed together, eyes scanning the contents of the banker’s box that had been delivered from the courthouse. Everything inside was out of order, and she had been piecing the files together slowly. She’d been lost in concentration for the better part of an hour now, trying to find the end of one sentence and the beginning of the next to make sense of what they were given to work with for a new case, so when a voice spoke up, it pulled her from her mental process.
❝ i could really go for some french fries now but i don’t wanna get up. ❞ Sam’s words made Karen take pause, looking up to the younger person sitting there with that smile on their face. That smile...full of the same sass that usually accompanied a ‘you need to take a break, Karen’ comment from Matt or Foggy.
“Want me to Door Dash us some fries?” she finally asked, realizing now just how hungry she was and how her shoulders ached from her previous position.