They've come back from picking up their lunches from their respective eateries.
Three of the five have come back quicker.
The plop down in their chairs and unwrap cellophane from sandwiches. Chip bags pop open, sodas hiss unscrewed, paper is torn off and discarded.
Their mouths open wide to accept the bounty of pre-packaged glory.
Saliva produces quickly, dissolving the hunks of bred and animal flesh macerated by straight white teeth.
The lounge fills with the sounds of actual lip smacking. The air smells like mustard and diet coke.
The second set comes in.
"You guys got back fast."
"Couldn't wait for us?"
They sit and unwrap their packages. Plastic bags rustle in rhythm. Neatly wrapped tin foil housed in plastic domes. A Styrofoam shell is cracked open. The smell of rice, beans and steak floods my head.
"Ugh! I forgot to ask for no beans. I hate black beans! YUCK!"
She closes the lid in disgust.
After a second of reflection she opens the shell and scrapes the beans onto a discarded paper bag.
"Are you... not going to eat those?" My voice rises meekly from within my empty stomach.
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