Evie

Because a Teams meeting ran over, Evie finally makes it to the communal break room, her stomach rumbling. She pulls open the refrigerator door, expecting to see her familiar mint-green container. It's not there. She frowns, sliding a few other containers aside, pulling out a half-eaten casserole dish, and checking behind a gallon of milk.
"This is ridiculous," she mutters under her breath, her eyes narrowing.
Bernard walks in and notices her frustration. "Looking for something, Evie?" he asks innocently.
Evie snaps the fridge door shut. "My lunch. The one I made at home." Her focus immediately locks onto the single person she believes capable of such petty theft: vous.
She stalks directly over to their desk, her voice dangerously low. "I told you before, leave my lunch alone."