On to the break room...almost

Stan, Helen, and Rick walked quickly down the corridor toward the break room.

Rick heard a low beep-beep from Helen's direction. She fished a cell phone from her purse and looked at the lit display. "Andrew's texting me from the garage," she said. "Early bird today. Needs a hand with the lunch." She turned the phone off and put it back in her purse. "Good time to turn yours off, if you have any," she said. "I'm sure my dashing rogue's trying to make it for break time, as if he doesn't get enough of an eyeful... Anyway, I'll have to pick a volunteer and send them down with the cart."

Stan walked ahead and turned the corner into the break room.

Rick asked Helen, "Did you want me to help, or should we send someone down and head on along to break?"