Mairi ate Frank’s sandwich before lunch. Just took it right out of the break room fridge, and started eating it. And when he walked in and asked her if she was eating his sandwich, she lied, denying it outright even though the paper bag, with his name in purple Sharpie, was sitting on the table.
Frank was shocked. He couldn’t believe she would eat it, not stopping or trying to hide when he entered, and then lie about it.
Mairi was hungry, and she was kind of a terrible person. She hid it well. But really, she was. It happens fairly frequently, that she steals a lunch. Not necessarily Frank’s, but anything that looks appetizing. No one’s around at 11:50; everyone starts their lunch at 12, and she’s usually gone by then. But her watch was a little slow today – she had been meaning to replace the battery – so here they were. She finished the last bite, and crumpled up the paper bag, tossing it to Frank as she walked out, unconcerned. No one would believe Frank. No one liked Frank. And she was about to tell them all how he ate her lunch. One needs a dessert, after all.
