Disclaimer: I do not own Nancy Drew or any related characters or places. The only things I do own are copies of some of the books and the games.
A/N: Here's one from Scott's point of view because... well, I don't really have a because. Enjoy!
Scott paled when he saw what the girl was carrying. Not again… he thought, letting out a tired sigh. When would the girl learn that he didn't like being bothered for such trivialities? And he was already upset that they had once again failed to get any useful data from the storm.
"What?" he barked, wincing slightly at her hurt expression.
"I… thought you might be hungry," she mumbled.
He scoffed. "I'm not. Stop bothering me. I'm busy."
Silently Nancy left the plate and the room.
Scott stared at the muffin, wondering why he felt so guilty for upsetting her.