[ She sees the look of uncertainty on his face, and feels momentarily validated - see, Gansey, it really is a little disarming having people coming over in the middle of the night - but that brief moment of smugness is pushed aside by the feeling of warmth at his visible happiness. No matter who you are, no matter how self-confident you are, there's nothing that makes you feel better about life than knowing that you can make someone happy just by showing up. Friendship. She wishes she didn't get so bloody skittish over it. ]

Yeah, still on the job. And my boss assigned me the very important duty of disposing of leftover food. Know any place to throw these out?

[ She holds up the bag with a grin. And then she says - somehow speaking completely without the faintest air of flirtation, just as a matter-of-fact sort of statement: ]

Also, that's a really good look for you. You ought to dress like that more often - you look handsome.