Sarge looked down at it.
Then at her.
Then back at it.
He took it without a word.
"For Legend," she said, passing the other one to Kai to deliver.
Finally, she stopped in front of Sam.
She handed him his strudel. "I made this for you."
His fingers brushed hers when he took it.
"I know today was hard," she added quietly. "Thank you. Really."
Sam swallowed.
He nodded once.
Felicity looked at all of them again, cheeks pink now.
"I know it does not fix everything. But I wanted to make something warm."
No one spoke for a long moment.
The world felt smaller.
Marx looked down at his pastry, then back up at her. "You made these," he said slowly.
"Yes."
"By hand."
"Yes."
"For us."
She nodded.
Sarge's voice was low and even. "You did not have to."
"I wanted to."
That hit harder than anything else had all evening.
Her cheeks flushed deeper.
