“Is that the new guy?” Wyatt asked, trying to keep his tone even and worrying he was failing.
Justin didn’t seem to notice, too busy opening the container of oatmeal cookies. “Yeah.”
“You think he’ll work out?”
“Too early to tell,” Justin said. “I hope we’ll be a good fit for him though.”
“Is he around?” Wyatt asked.
Justin threw him a sideways look. “He’s helping Sam pack the deliveries for the food bank. Why?”
Wyatt set the chocolate chip cookies on the table. “Oh, nothing. I just thought it’d be good if you could make sure the new guy gets a cookie.”
“I think you baked plenty,” Justin said. “What is this? Six dozen?”
Wyatt flushed. “I wanted to make sure there was enough for people to take home.”
Justin smiled, the tan skin at the edges of his eyes crinkling. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to be an issue, Wy.”
Wyatt looked at the stack of containers on the table. “Okay, so maybe I went a little bit overboard.”