It was almost nine-thirty when Lizzie realized her coffee mug was empty. She grabbed it and made a beeline for the breakroom, knowing she had to hustle to have a shot of getting in line ahead of Nathan for a caffeine fix.
"Ha! Got here first, for once," Lizzie crowed as she poured the last of the coffeepot's contents into her mug just as Nathan walked into the breakroom. "But don't worry, I'm making more. I'd hate for that massive cup of yours to stay empty - that would just be sad."
"I agree - and thank you. So, how's Jones doing?"
"Fine, except for the shiner Donny gave him."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Yeah, and I want details," Nathan stressed, pointing at the thin trickle of coffee just beginning to move from the machine's tank to the glass pot. "It's not like we don't have time wh
