“Feel free to help yourself to some of those fresh donuts on your way out, guys.” “Oh, no, that’s all r—” Danny turned at the sound of a crinkling bag to find me mid grab. “I guess we will. Thank you.” I sent him a what look and carried on putting donuts in the bag. Luke said we could help ourselves. You don’t turn down freshly glazed donuts. Everyone knew that. I paused and shook the bag, gauging if more could fit. I gave Danny’s judgmental stare my back and continued to stuff the bag.
