“Wait. What’s that?” Without breaking stride, Ash grabs the lip of his pack, drags it down to eye level. Spies the cache of granola bars, gel packets and peanut butter crackers he packed. Shock creases her face. She throws him a puzzled glance. “Nathaniel…what?” He swallows. Heat creeps up the back of his neck. “They’re for you. Just in case.” He can’t help but want to take care of her. Maybe it’s the doctor in him. Maybe it’s because he actually cares about this chaotic girl. The thought of her being without sugar terrifies him.
Thank you Dr Nathaniel
