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She pushes the button on her screen, making it go black, and begrudgingly stands up. I intertwine my arm with hers, and she looks at me funny, but she doesn’t pull away as we head to the elevator and take it to the intern area. “Do you like home-cooked food better? Because I can cook. I love it sometimes, though I love baking more. I brought cupcakes this morning, but I don’t think there will be any left, because Daniel stole them all. Do you know him? He’s funny and has a dreamy accent and dimples. Jeez, they shouldn’t be legal. Anyway, I’ll bring you new cupcakes tomorrow—” “Hey.” “Yeah?” “Lawyers aren’t usually this chatty.” “But we’re supposed to be. Talking is what wins cases, Jane.” “And here I thought it was actually studying law.” “Hey! Rude.” She lifts a shoulder as if she couldn’t care less. I can’t help the smile that pulls my lips. “You’re funny.” “I’m sarcastic. There’s a difference.” “I’ll go with funny.” I grab my bag from my desk, trying to ignore the interns’ cutting g