Theon pushed the door open with his shoulder, the cardboard coffee tray balanced in one hand and a small white box tied with a string in the other. Vael was standing over the large desk in the center of the room, both palms flat on the edges of a wide architectural plan. He did not look up when Theon entered.
Theon walked across the room, his footsteps loud in the quiet space. He set the tray down on the corner of the desk and placed the box next to it.
"Iced Americano, and fresh-baked cookies you like from your favorite bakery." He said.
Vael still did not look up. His eyes moved slowly across the lines of the building plan. "You are late," he said.
Theon leaned against the edge of the desk and folded his arms. He was smiling, the kind of smile that had gotten him out of trouble more times than he could count. "I know. I apologize, Alpha." He did a mock bow.
Vael didn't respond. He picked up a pencil and wrote down something in his notepad.
