The Great Sandwich War
The man’s arrival could not be noisier if he tried and so Dahlia almost spilt her coffee all over her desk and the pile of homework waiting to be corrected.
“Can’t say I have seen it,” she replied, calm as ever, before she took a sip of her coffee. Judging by his tone, one would be led to believe he suspected her of taking it, as if she didn’t have better things to do with her time.
“You always seem to be in there making coffee. I was sure you would see the culprit.” He walked past her towards his own desk. He had always wondered why a gym teacher would even need a desk, let alone an office, but he was grateful today.
“You are sure you have seen nothing?” Diederich asked as he reached into his desk drawer and retrieved one of many nutrition bars he kept there just in case of such an emergency. The last thing he needed was his blood sugar dropping too low.