"Finally..."
Maya slumped back against the soft sofa in the pantry. She stretched, stretching her bones, and yawned.
"Here's your coffee, Maya," Noreen said, handing her a cup. "Lots of creamer, lots of sugar."
"Thank you, Noreen," Maya said, taking the cup from Noreen and taking a sip. "Oooh, it's delicious, Noreen. Everything is just right. You're a great coffee maker, so I think you'll slip through the needle's eye."
Noreen sat down next to Maya. "Is he that scary?" Noreen asked in a low voice.
"Hmm, I guess that would be a subjective assessment. He's not scary, to those who know him and know his likes and dislikes. He's strict, disciplined, a little stiff, a little cold, and a little introverted."
"That's too much of a 'little' that makes him seem scary," Noreen said with a grima
