She's at the coffee maker, pouring herself a cup of tea and ignoring me completely. The sultry 70's song from the banquet enters my head almost instantly, and I'm glad for the distraction from noticing how soft the place has turned when the soft sound of Sophie's voice calls out over the whine of the microwave beeping.
"Do you want a tea? I keep a few extra bags in here."
I want her.
I want her so badly it's hard to focus on anything else. "Sure."
"Here." She holds out the cup, giving it a gentle tap to show it's secure. "I've got a big office, two teapots, and a personal stash of bags, but in a pinch, I’ll use the microwave to nuke a cup. Hell, this microwave might the most expensive appliance, and it's the first thing I order for the office when I started working here half a year ago
