I paused, my hand still on the tray. For a second, I thought about just ignoring it, pretending I hadn’t seen it. But before I could decide, I felt someone step up behind me.
My supervisor.
“Don’t give it to him,” she said quietly, but firmly. “You know the policy.”
I swallowed, glancing back at the boy. He was watching me, not fully understanding what was happening, but sensing enough to know something wasn’t right.
“Is… something wrong?” he asked.