Bella, having taken the opportunity to clear away the dishes from their snack, smiles wryly to herself. She fully expects a lecture from Jessica tomorrow about how it looks for Bella to shack up with Sherlock in her truck during lunch. (Even if no one saw them, Jessica will know somehow. It's what she does.) People have so much difficulty with the idea that a girl and a boy can just be friends.

Dishes disposed of, she goes back to sit at the table.