I smiled and responded, "Yes, she just happened to be free today, so she brought me lunch. Would you like to have lunch with me?"
Linda shook her head and raised the lunch box in her hand, "I've got my own lunch."
It seemed that she was going to heat it up using the microwave in the pantry.
When I entered Sebastian's office, he was still busy. He didn't look up as I came in, and hence thought I was bringing him documents. He uttered, "Leave the documents here."
Seeing that the milk cup on the table was empty, I was a little surprised. "I thought you wouldn't drink it!"
He looked up, slightly stunned. Then, he chuckled, "It tasted quite good!"
Noticing the bag in my hand, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you bring with you?"
"Lunch!" I answered. I walked to the table and sat down. "My friend made it by herself, so it must taste good. I also brought you some. Would you try some?"
He got up, walked over to me, and said, "Naomi made this?"
It was a little unexpected, "You could guess it was her?"
He laughed. "You don't have many friends here, and there aren't many people who would cook for you. So, it is most likely her."
Well, that was quite a reasonable explanation.
I stared blankly for a moment, and took out the food. Then I handed the gastric medicine to him and reminded him, "Take this. Remember to eat it later when you have a gastric attack."
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