Marcus Thompson

Why did it feel like they were fugitives hiding from the law? Ravi chuckled as he watched Arlen have breakfast in the car. They were around five minutes away from the bureau, around the central area. Arlen had parked the Audi well so he could have breakfast.

"You know, you would better enjoy it at your desk?"

"I just don't want to share the food with anyone." Arlen murmured as he raised the dumpling to his lips. The skin was soft and thin and the meat with the soup was just delicious. He ate one dumpling in one bite and extended his chopsticks towards the next one with a grin.

Ravi's lips twitched, even after his entire, 'you didn't have to', 'it must have been so stressful cooking with the ongoing case', he still ate the food as if intoxicated.

Ravi smiled, to think that someday, he would receive so much joy from feeding someone.