"Ella!" Clay turned his entire focus on her. He moved forward, arms out, inviting her for a hug. "I had some of your brownies today. They're amazing as always," he told her. Of course everything Ella made was always amazing. And if they didn't taste quite the same as usual, well, he hardly noticed.
He pulled her in for a warm, overly friendly hug. He let got after a moment, and stepped back. He'd always been polite to her, sure. But never so...hands on. Clay just wasn't someone who hugged people often.