Wheeler, you forgot the sugar!

Nancy didn't forget it this time. No, she's had everything memorized and on schedule this time— no coffee left cold the moment it reached the hands of sweaty, old men that were currently conducting a meeting for what news should their headline cover for the week. Her mouth threatens to open itself for even a smidge of a suggestion, but she bites her tounge down instead.

She knew these men wouldn't take her words with any sort of consideration at all. Let alone have it be accepted as a headline. It was torture.

There was hope to believe that becoming an intern for a news agency would have her journalistic skills be put to use.. instead, she's here running errands for every superior around. By errands, she means buying them lunch and making sure that their coffee gets to them nice and hot while they speak of their newest plans.

As of this moment, she's running a little off schedule— several paper bags in hand as well as a cup of coffee in the other. Nancy didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of those men, not again.

Yet in her pursuit to get there on time, Nancy failed to notice that she was just about to bump into someone else, not until she crashed into a firm back with a soft 'Ow—' coming along with it.

The coffee almost flew out of her hand, if it weren't for the opposing figure to actually have their hand on hers, which preemptively stopped the cup from going off to the floor. The brunette was frozen, for a second. And she resumes her breathing when she notices that all items were properly intact.

"I am so sorry—" Nancy rushes out, almost hurriedly fixing herself up and standing properly. "I'm in a bit of a rush..."

Her gaze trails over to her hand, with yours placed on top due to how you handled the almost-coffee spill just earlier. And it goes up.. until she sees the small but noticable pin that says 'Head Journalist' by your shirt.

She visibly gets paler.

Shit.