The phone on Ruth's desk rings saving her from having to say anything to Adam about her relationship with Harry. "Hi Mike. Okay, I'll be right down. Thanks for doing this for me." Ruth grabs her purse and says, "I'll be right back with lunch."
"Oh, that smells brilliant, Ruth. Give me a slice." Adam says when Ruth re-enters section D, reaching for the pizza boxes.
"Hands off! Let's put these down and at least try and eat like civilized people. Harry, can you grab plates for all of us please? We'll in the briefing room." Ruth calls over her shoulder. Harry comes into the briefing room carrying a stack of paper plates and several sets of plastic cutlery. "Harry really? Cutlery for pizza?"
Harry shrugs his shoulders. "I thought the ladies might appreciate a little bit of civilized behaviour from us."
"You're sweet, Harry! It's not necessary though. Everyone grab a plate and dig in." Ruth kisses Harry's cheek.
"You sure have changed your tune about our colleagues knowing about us." Harry whispers in Ruth's ear. He sets his hand gently on Ruth's lower back.
"They knew about us when we weren't saying or doing anything with each other, so we might as well show everyone how we feel about each other." Ruth whispers as she leans back against Harry's hand.
Harry smiles and kisses Ruth's cheek. He reaches around Ruth and picks up two slices of salami pizza. He sets two slices of the same pizza on Ruth's plate.