The Wrong Suite, the Right Stranger

A Taste of Trust

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A Taste of Trust

Clara

I pushed the small box toward her, my oversized bunny paws making it a little awkward, and flipped open the lid. Inside were all sorts of things, snacks, little sweets, and a neatly stacked container. I picked it up and opened it carefully.

Immediately, a delicious scent filled the room.

I looked down and almost gasped.

The food was a work of art, rice shaped into a tiny panda, the sausages