Summary:

“You want a sandwich? I make really good tuna melts.” “I haven’t had one in ages,” Shane admits and then grimaces. “I’m on this diet actually, it’s macro-biotic, so… you know.” Rozanov stares at him, frowns. “Hollander, what? Macro… What are these words?” Shane laughs. “It’s for performance.” “‘It’s for performance,’” Rozanov singsongs back. “No, too boring. Shane Hollander, I will not accept you can be defeated by bread.”