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Grayson had seen how busy Jane was the past week so he decided to surprise her with a light lunch. He straightened his tie and lifted the Tupperware from the office refrigerator. Would Jane think lunch was creepy or sweet? Did he look desperate? His mind was racing. He tried to shake his nervous energy as he knocked on Jane's open door. She didn't look up from her reading.

"Hey. I thought you could use a break." He said as he lifted the rubber tubs, as if to punctuate his sentence. He smirked.

Jane looked up, bothered by the interruption. However, she smiled when she realized it was him, a smile that seemed to only show itself when Grayson was around.

"That's sweet. Umm, yeah. Why not? Come, sit."

She cleared some papers from her desk to make room for him. He sat across from her and set up his makeshift picnic. Opening his gift to reveal an array of fruit. The second was filled with various cheese and crackers. Clearly he used the word "lunch" loosely.

"So what've you been working on?"

Jane grabbed a piece of watermelon and chewed quickly. She shook her head slowly.

"I've got this girl who's being sued by her record company. They're trying to sue her for breech of contract because she came out and their sales dipped. I thought it was going to be a cinch but they're determined to make her pay." Jane frowned. "I'm reviewing her contract and she hasn't done anything wrong."

"Is there a morality clause or something that said she had to represent the company's beliefs?"

"Nope. Nothing. That's what I don't get. They knew she was gay when they signed her." Jane nibbled on her cheek.

Grayson nodded. "What're you gonna do?" He popped a cube of pepper jack into his mouth.

"I'm not sure, but I can't let her down." Jane savored a slice of kiwi as Grayson watched her contently.

Just then his phone rang. Sang, rather. Jason Mraz's voice bellowed from Grayson's pocket. He quickly silenced it and apologized. Jane had her hand slightly raised, thumb and middle finger touching, she looked lost in thought. He knew she was putting something together.

"What? What're you-"

"I have to go. Thank you for lunch." Jane said as she picked up her things and shuffled out of her office.

Grayson watched her rush down the hall and sighed. He turned back towards their forgotten setup. Jane had hardly touched it.

"You're welcome."