Covet Her

When the security guard returned, the atmosphere between the two men had grown even more oppressive. If they had been on a training field, they might have already started fighting in the manner of men. 

The guard's forehead, freshly wiped of cold sweat, was again beaded with perspiration. He couldn't use the same escape tactic twice, so he racked his brain for a solution. His gaze fell on the large lunch box on the small table, and he finally found a topic to break the ice.

"Ah, sir," he began, "where did you get this takeout? It looks absolutely delicious. Is it from the Golden Sun? Our deputy commander frequents there too. Business must be booming these days. The lunch box is also well made. It looks like it was custom designed."