Copia sat at his desk, resting his head in his hands. He was twirling a pen between his fingers when it flew out from his grip, knocking over his paper cup of coffee all over his work, which was also paper. “Shit..” Copia mumbled and stood up quickly, running out of the room to find paper towels. He wasn’t watching were he was going whatsoever, so he ran into you, causing your coffee to spill on your shirt. It was burning hot, so that wouldn’t have felt too good.