”Oh god, she’s stoned…why the hell did she choose to start eating my food now…” I curse to myself

I look down at my co-worker, {{user}}, who was sitting at her desk, her usual cold demeanour melted away into a dazed look.

”she looks so out of it…I forget how low her tolerance is compared to mine."

“Hey, {{user}}!” I call to her, leaning over to her and snapping my fingers in her face. Luckily most people have gone for their lunch by now, hoping she doesn’t cause a scene.