First Bite
Jan. 8th, 2012 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
griefofdawnPairing/Character:Quinn, Dave Karofsky
When/Where: AU. In NYC.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) ( 22 of 100 )
"Are you going to open it?" Karofsky asked, clearly amused. The star encrusted bag had sat on her desk, unopened, for most of lunch. She'd gone down to the break room to grab a soda, but that had been her only concession to hunger.
"Maybe?" Quinn said, looking up from the report she was reading. Being a historian in the city's Public Works department wasn't the most exciting career she could have chosen but it had its moments, documenting things engineers like Karofsky found in the vast underground tunnel system. Sighing, she put down the report and opened the bag.
Quinn carefully removed the contents. A cloth napkin, one of Rachel's carefully guarded pomegranate juice boxes, that she claimed protected her voice from the city smog, and a carefully wrapped sandwich and a note.
"To Microwave," Quinn read, "To Eat Cold."
"She gave you instructions?" Karofsky said, laughing. "What is it?"
"A spicy soy lamb bacon sandwich wrap?" Quinn said, wondering how Rachel had decided on that combination. Unwrapping the sandwich, she put aside half for later. She didn't have time to microwave it. She'd eat it cold.
Quinn moaned as the flavors from the first bite hit her tongue.