"Breakfast?" he asks, tossing a paper bag down by the keyboard at her workstation and holding out one of two tall, steaming paper cups.
Engrossed in the files on her screen, Tosh begins to answer: "Didn't get a chance, actually - I stayed over to finish running these scans last night, time being of the essence on this case, so I haven't really eaten since..." but her voice trails off as the delicious aroma of hot pastry and roasted coffee beans sinks in, and she looks over, a little bit frazzled and clearly surprised.
"Two croissants - one with Nutella filling, know they're your favorite - and one tall hazlenut with a shot of espresso, skim milk, two sugars," says Owen with a half smile as he leans in to give her a peck on the cheek and then walks away, ignoring her bewildered, slightly red-cheeked expression: "Don't mind me, go on and finish whatever you were doing - you can thank me later."
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on 2010-01-27 02:37 am (UTC)Engrossed in the files on her screen, Tosh begins to answer: "Didn't get a chance, actually - I stayed over to finish running these scans last night, time being of the essence on this case, so I haven't really eaten since..." but her voice trails off as the delicious aroma of hot pastry and roasted coffee beans sinks in, and she looks over, a little bit frazzled and clearly surprised.
"Two croissants - one with Nutella filling, know they're your favorite - and one tall hazlenut with a shot of espresso, skim milk, two sugars," says Owen with a half smile as he leans in to give her a peck on the cheek and then walks away, ignoring her bewildered, slightly red-cheeked expression: "Don't mind me, go on and finish whatever you were doing - you can thank me later."