Ethan stood there holding another cup in his hand, a small smile was plastered on his face.
“There she is,” he said lightly. “I was starting to think you murdered somebody on your way back from Daniel’s office.”
Despite myself, a weak laugh escaped me. “Give me another hour.”
“Ah,” he nodded seriously while pulling the chair beside me out. “So we’re at that stage of the week already.”
I rolled my eyes as he sat down next to me comfortably. “You ever mind your business?”
“Not when my favorite coworker looks like she’s one inconvenience away from committing a felony.”
That earned him another laugh.
Ethan slid the coffee closer toward me. “Drink before you pass out in the middle of the newsroom. I don’t have the emotional strength for that today.”
“You’re very annoying.” I complained.
