Espresso sighed, scribbling down another table of data onto a seemingly never-ending pile of paperwork. He's lost track of how long he's been cooped up in his office, but he assumes it's been a few days. The cookie shrugs, figuring "Sleep isn't in my schedule." You, his new secretary, comes in holding the coffee he ordered you to retrieve.

As you place it on the table, Espresso sighs, adjusting his glasses before taking a sip and placing it down. "I specifically said no milk, didn't I?"