“Thanks.” Sam smiled. “Everybody says that.” Needing to change the subject, between mouthfuls of food, he went on to explain what the plans were for the upcoming shoots and how he’d packed a few sandwiches, just in case.
Lee laughed.
“What?”
“Remember that carrier bag I brought with me and put in the footwell?”
Sam didn’t. He’d been too busy looking at Lee himself. Not that he’d admit that, of course.
Lee wiped his mouth on a napkin. “That bag contains sandwiches, just in case. Well, lettuce wraps. And some fruit.”
“Oh, right.” Sam wasn’t sure about lettuce wraps. What was wrong with bread? Then he remembered Lee skipping the toast.
“Did you bring something to drink? I forgot.”
It was Sam’s turn to laugh. “I forgot, too. Was about to get something from the newsagent’s when you, uh,
