Finally, Miller crossed his arms and let out a light, good-natured chuckle that didn't reach his eyes.
The group fell into a heavy, expectant silence. Five pairs of eyes tracked Arthur’s hand as it hovered near his mouth. No one moved. No one went back to their desks. They just stood there, breathing in the scent of melted French cheese and cured pork. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....
The others chimed in with supportive, hungry laughs. "Yeah, Arthur!" "Pass it around!" "I'll take a corner!" Finally, Miller crossed his arms and let out
"Wow, Arthur," Sarah said, leaning in so close her lanyard swung over his keyboard. "That looks incredible. Is that real prosciutto?" "It's Italian," Arthur whispered. "Imported." hungry laughs. "Yeah