She was... adorable. He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, that he'd thought of another person in that way. Everything about her was infectious— her anger, her passion, her enthusiasm, even her sadness and doubt. Now, she stood in front of him, practically joyous over a few breakfast burritos. It ought to have seemed foolish, but it didn't. It wasn't. It was adorable, and he had no idea what to do but take the food and coffee with a murmured, "Thank you."

After a sip of the coffee, which was still surprisingly hot, he set it aside and turned his attention to the rolled, handheld food. Peeling back the wrapper, he took a bite. It was savory and a bit too salty, and delicious.