Damian’s fingers flew across his laptop, jaw tight, eyes burning from staring at spreadsheets too long.
The door opened.
He didn’t look up.
“Knock.”
Silence.
Then the unmistakable sound of a plastic bag rustling.
Damian looked up.
Aria stood there, calm, unbothered, takeaway in hand.
He exhaled slowly. “Can’t you knock?”
She raised a brow. “Really? Do I need...