When Claude finally packed away the empty takeout boxes—after stealing the last dumpling I had purposely saved for myself—Len reappeared like a storm cloud. He glanced around at the mess, sighed heavily, and muttered, "I leave you two alone for fifteen minutes and this is what I come back to. Figures."
Claude only smiled smugly. "She ate everything. Mission accomplished."
I rolled my eyes. "Mission accomplished at my expense."
Len ignored our bickering, tapping his notebook against his palm. "Alright, Mio. Break time is over. Let's get back to work."
Claude groaned like a child being told recess was done, but he didn't argue—probably because Len glared daggers at him.
