Chapter 24

It was your turn for the coffee that morning, so you weren't in quite as bright and early as you had the day before. Just the difference in the last twenty-four hours had you staring off into space while you were in line at the coffee shop down the street from the office.

"Excuse me? Sir?"

You shook your head, waking yourself up. "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled, stepping up to the counter and thumbing open your phone to read off the orders. "I need three black coffees extra large, plus an almond macchiato large, a french vanilla large, two cold brews medium aaaand can I get one of those chocolate pastry things?" You asked.

"Sure," the girl behind the counter said. She was a pretty girl who took care of herself, but she'd applied more makeup than she needed - probably wanting to distract from the fact that she was a little overweight. That didn't stop her from showing off a significant amount of cleavage crammed into her uniform shirt, and just noticing that made you think of Gemma and the first time you'd ever seen her not buttoned up, prim and proper, yesterday after hours.

"Actually, can I get three of those?" you asked.

"Yeah, of course," she chirped, but you could immediately tell you'd annoyed her since she'd almost finished packing the first one up in a little box that wouldn't fit the others.

Oops, you thought. Is this the same thing as the secretary whispering?

And now that you'd thought of that...

"And could you add one more black coffee, medium to that please?" you asked.

She sighed and started adding it to your order.

"Thanks," you tried to smile politely, and got nothing back.

Giving up on making this interaction any better, you paid and tucked the receipt away so that you could submit it as an expense. Rather than issuing out a bunch of company cards for the interns, the firm did expense reports - hopefully whoever processed them wouldn't look twice at the three pastries, but you'd seen Garrison order three dozen donuts for a six person deposition before so you weren't exactly worried.

For the next fifteen minutes you set aside all your daydreaming and mild panic at what the day was going to bring, and focused on balancing eight drinks and a box of pastries in your arms while managing your messenger bag as well.

You made it, barely. A biker had hopped the curb to avoid an uber driver suddenly pulling over in front of him to drop his fare, and you'd almost been the feature of a bicycle-meets-pedestrian youtube clip. Thankfully, you only dropped the pastry box and it hadn't opened, and a kind woman had picked it up and set it back on your tower of drinks for you.

Inside the building, you walked up to the counter and for the only time since your very first time in the building, instead of walking by the reception desk you stopped. "Good morning, Becks," you said.

Becks - you had to assume her full name was Rebecca - looked up from her computer screen. "Oh, hey. You're um, Sabrina's coworker, right? John?"

"Yes," you said. "I'm on coffee duty today, but I didn't know your order so I grabbed you a medium black."

"Finally, one of you boys thinks to ask me," Becks said with a smirk, reaching out and taking the coffee you ordered.

"Finally?" you asked.

"Yeah. Sabrina and Gemma both asked me their first day here. They've been bringing me coffees all month."

"Fuu-OK," you cut yourself off from swearing. "Well, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking of you."

"Honestly, this is my second year here and you're the first guy intern to ask, so better late than never," she smiled. "Here, I'll call the elevator for you so you don't have to struggle." Becks came around from the desk and walked you to the elevator.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," you said.

"Who's the pastries for?" she asked as she pushed the button.

"Oh, um," you stammered.

"It's alright," she grinned. "I won't say anything."

"Thanks," you said.

"I mean, next time you're on duty, I wouldn't say no either," she teased you.

The elevator binged and opened, and you stepped in. "Got it. Oh, how do you take it?"

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Becks smirked. "Black, and as big as I can get it," she laughed, and gave you a wink, before reaching into the elevator and hitting your floor button for you. "Have a good day, John."

"You too, Becks," you said, and the doors closed.

"Jesus," you sighed. It's gonna be a day.

Up in the office, you stopped off at the intern conference room first to shed your messenger bag and deliver Sabrina's cold brew. She wasn't in the office yet, but when you walked in Gemma was already sitting at her spot at the head of the table, a Starbucks frappuccino sat next to her - she'd declared early on she hated the taste of the coffee from the place we went down the street, and got her own on the way in.

"Morning," you said, quickly sliding the tower of drinks onto the table and walking around to drop your bag off at your spot.

"Oh, hey you," Gemma said. "Good morning."

"Hey, Gemma," you said, picking up the pastry box and walking over to her. "I'm glad I caught you before the others are here. I wanted to say sorry again about yesterday." You opened the box and showed her the chocolate pastries.

"So you're bribing me with chocolate?" Gemma asked with a raised eyebrow, then grinned. "You know me too well." She picked one of the pastries out and set it on the lid of her frappuccino. "Thanks, John."

"You're welcome," you said, then went and stowed the box on your chair, out of sightline from the door if Eric came in before you got back from drink deliveries. "Why so early today?"

"Well, after you and Sabrina got the special assignment yesterday, I guess I was hoping for some special treatment myself, but no such luck," she said.

"Sorry, not my fault I'm Garrison's favourite," you shrugged and teased her. "He just doesn't like attractive blondes, I guess."

"Yeah, he really strikes me as the tall, dark and handsome type," she said sarcastically, a little smile on her lips.

You considered asking Gemma out right then and there, but felt weird about it considering you'd just brought up the 'You caught me fingering Sabrina in the copy room yesterday' thing. So instead, you made a couple more small talk comments, and then went to deliver the drinks