Owning the Place

"Did you make this?" Elara raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a half-smile.

Julian's eyes darted away, avoiding her gaze.

Just as Elara reached out to take it, Julian "accidentally" let his hand slip, and the sandwich, so bad it could make someone puke, dropped straight into the trash can.

"My hand slipped," Julian said, his face dead serious. There wasn't a hint of guilt in his voice.

'Fine