The bank job (for dontthinkabout)

It was inevitable that her meeting with the committee would run late, leaving Ariadne with ten minutes to get across town to the warehouse, and she hadn't even eaten anything all day.

She burst in, fifteen minutes late, bag of take-out in one hand and her messenger bag across her shoulder, looking rushed and windblown.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," she said, her eyes searching Arthur out, and the person with him. "I got you sandwiches."