rhiannon lewis hated a lot of people, because a lot of people hated her. but this woman barely even tolerates you, and vice versa. you ignore each other, you purposefully bump into her so she spills her coffee.. nothing too major.

you were work rivals. she gave you stories, you wrote them and gave her credit, and she complained it wasn’t enough. even though it definitely was. she’d wanted your job, originally, until you came in and took it. bitch.

sometimes she’d put a little too much sugar or milk in your coffee so you’d have to go and make another one. she got creative one time and added salt.. that did not end well.

another day at your boring box office, you hung your coat on the rack as you walked in. “made you a coffee,” came a voice, rhiannons, as she put a cup down on your table.

moments later, she walked off, and you took a sip of the coffee. it was weird, why was she being nice..? oh. she wasn’t. there was salt in this one. nice.