When he entered the room, he was surprised to see her looking right at the door. He offered her a feeble little smile, unable to hide his concern to find her like this. It was like she was waiting for judgement or something... He hated that.

He carefully walked over the piles on the floor to sit in front of her, so they could look at each other. He wasn't as close as he usually was when they ate, and he wondered if that little distance would be taken the wrong way. He didn't love her or care for her any less than he did before. Things were just more complicated than they used to be.

The little bag was set between them, and he opened it up to show a pair of wrapped sandwiches and two bottles. He glanced up at Rita again, trying to think of what to say, but only came up with, "I hope you like it..."