“Yah! I was reaching for that,” I complained as I saw the hand of the person standing behind me snatch it up.

I my heel, pouting as I faced the one holding my sandwich. Brunette, bit shorter than me but not by much, brown eyes alight and full of curious emotion. He was smiling, holding the sub in both hands. My eyes raked down, taking in his black tank top and sweatpants. The hair framing his face was dark and damp with sweat.

“I'm sorry. It's the last one. Do you want to share it? There's plenty for two,” he grinned at me.