Brown bag it

One day a few weeks ago, entirely without prompting, Brandon packed me a lunch for work. Just like that. I opened the fridge, and there it was: a Tupperware containing one of his trademark concoctions, soba noodles with a peanut-citrus sauce, with my name on it.“Oh yeah,” he said nonchalantly, “I thought you might like some for your lunch tomorrow.”With no explanation, just like that, he