Brigit
Blast eyed her vegan meatballs over the table, but Brigit ignored him. She wasn’t about to share her meal with him after the way he’d treated her, barely giving her the time of day when she’d showed up to surprise him at the station earlier. If he wanted some of her lunch, then he should’ve climbed off the couch and come over to sniff her butt. Well, two could play that game. His butt would remain unsniffed for a while, too.