The group fell into a heavy, expectant silence. Five pairs of eyes tracked Arthur’s hand as it hovered near his mouth. No one moved. No one went back to their desks. They just stood there, breathing in the scent of melted French cheese and cured pork.
Arthur took the smallest, crust-only piece for himself and popped it into his mouth. He then gestured grandly to the five tiny, mangled cubes of bread resting on his desk. "Help yourselves," Arthur said through dry lips. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....
"Yeah, me too," Sarah mumbled, turning on her heel. "And I think that cheese might be a bit too rich for me anyway." The group fell into a heavy, expectant silence
The coworkers stared at the sad, destroyed remnants of the masterpiece. Miller blinked, cleared his throat, and looked at his watch. No one went back to their desks