Against her will, her heart skipped in her chest. What was that? she wondered to herself, setting her fork down on the edge of the styrofoam container and putting her fingertips over the strange organ in her chest. She was sure that she was done with that feeling. It'd come to her before, but... She was sure that she'd been done. A weird smile touched her mouth briefly. Apparently lunch on chopsticks was enough...
... it was more than that, though, and Rose was lying to herself if she didn't admit it. She steadied Matt's hand with the fingertips that had been over her heart and took the bite he'd offered. The action felt... intimate. More, perhaps, than he meant it to. Get a hold of yourself, she silently thought to herself.
"'S'good," she said, once she'd swallowed enough. "I'm really glad you like it; I kinda guessed." Taking up her plastic fork again, she pushed the food in front of her around in its container. "You know," she added after a second. "If you can sneak out for the rest of the day, we could go see about the beach..."
And what a bad influence she was, encouraging the man to abandon his post on the first day that he took it. But Rose had been built for adventure, not for desk work.