On his invitation, Juniper pushed the door open with the box, gentler with it than she had been with the door frame. The man was at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose, but if that was because of her or whatever he was reading, she didn’t give it a second thought. Mr. Crowhurst always looked like that anyway.
“Nothing bad,” she assured him with a toothy grin, cheery after her bike ride. “Probably.” She didn’t know what was in the box, even as she hefted it to prop two corners on the edge of the man’s desk. Not on any papers thankfully, but it was in a position where she could slide it up into a spot where it’d send a pile askew. Fortunately, she did not do that. Still holding up the other end with one hand, she pulled the report off the top, teasing it from under the sleeve of cookies as she explained, “I was told to bring this over to you. A report, something real heavy, and… cookies I guess. If you want one.”
Just one, out of the whole sleeve. There was a limit to her generosity.
“Nothing bad,” she assured him with a toothy grin, cheery after her bike ride. “Probably.” She didn’t know what was in the box, even as she hefted it to prop two corners on the edge of the man’s desk. Not on any papers thankfully, but it was in a position where she could slide it up into a spot where it’d send a pile askew. Fortunately, she did not do that. Still holding up the other end with one hand, she pulled the report off the top, teasing it from under the sleeve of cookies as she explained, “I was told to bring this over to you. A report, something real heavy, and… cookies I guess. If you want one.”
Just one, out of the whole sleeve. There was a limit to her generosity.