I was all stealthy about it.  The second the bathroom door clicked shut and the spray of water hit the shower wall, I darted around the apartment like a ninja in business casual, gathering my tools: a package of post-its, a pen, a red marker.  I delicately wrenched open the velcro on his new lunch sack, taking care not to jostle it from its anticipatory perch, next to his wallet and keys.  I jotted down my note – Be good, remember, they’re jealous of your light.  I love you – illustrating the “o” in love as a heart and filling it in with a scribble of red.  I nestled the post-it between the yogurt and the clear plastic holding his turkey sandwich.  The water slammed off as the post-its were hidden, my mission of lunch-related espionage complete.

I FINALLY SAT down at my desk, logged-in to a computer that had locked me out from disuse, and saw the cascade of emails that had piled up after a frantic morning of juggling floorplans, conference rooms, egos.  I reached for my lunch without looking away from my screen.  As I unzipped, a little purple-penned paper scrap flitted out from under my tomatoes.

Do your best. ♥