Flora’s P.O.V

“What’s this?” I asked, looking at the box suspiciously.

“Your lunch.” Clay shrugged, looking nervous for the first time since I’ve known him. “I woke up early this morning so I thought about cooking lunch…for us.”

Clay cooked lunch for me? And brought it to college…how has the box survived till now without any of his million fans stealing it or the entire college bursting into gossip?

It was a good thing that school was out or ...