“Thank you so much,” Brittany said smugly.

“Finally, somebody around here has some actual common sense.”

Brandon stopped right beside my chair and held his right hand out toward me.

“Give me that right now,” he said firmly.

I looked down at my hand in confusion, suddenly realizing I was still holding the silver dessert spoon firmly in my grip.

I hesitated for a second, unsure of what he intended to do.

Then he reached down and gently plucked the utensil straight out of my fingers.