Karen was leaning over the conference room table, brows furrowed together, eyes scanning the contents of the bankerâs box that had been delivered from the courthouse. Everything inside was out of order, and she had been piecing the files together slowly. Sheâd been lost in concentration for the better part of an hour now, trying to find the end of one sentence and the beginning of the next to make sense of what they were given to work with for a new case, so when a voice spoke up, it pulled her from her mental process.Â
â  i could really go for some french fries now but i donât wanna get up. â Samâs words made Karen take pause, looking up to the younger person sitting there with that smile on their face. That smile...full of the same sass that usually accompanied a âyou need to take a break, Karenâ comment from Matt or Foggy.Â
âWant me to Door Dash us some fries?â she finally asked, realizing now just how hungry she was and how her shoulders ached from her previous position.