Matt took the bag from Rose, setting it on to the desk. He untied he small knot, and began to relieve the bag from the cartons. A carton each, and a container of rice, brig with a pair of chopsticks set atop. He wasn't sure if Rose was familiar with chopsticks. If she wasnt, there was silverware prepackaged in the bottom of the bag, if so, then he would toss the rest out.
More than seeing the gesture Rose offered, Matt could hear the way her palm tapped invitingly against the cushion of his green couch. Without hesitation, Matt piled the cartons and utensils together and moved to her without hesitation. Matt settled, offering Rose her portion of the lunch and utensils. "Thank you for lunch. That was very thoughtful of you," Matt breathed. He meant it.
At mention of the receptionist, Matt smiled and nodded, "That's Paulina. You have to forgive her, she's very old school, and she doesn't know who I am." He hoped Rose would understand. "I'll talk to her. I have a feeling by the way you brought her up that she gave you hell out there. That's part of her job, filtration. But you're different..." Matt said, looking down at his cartons of food. He began to separate the cartons, setting the rice off of the side for the moment. He opened the lid of the main course, poking at the meat with the chopsticks. "I'll tell her that you're interning here. That way she can't do anything if you show up, and you'll have access to the building if you want it."