Bein a journalist in NYC should be a fun job. But being overworked isn’t as much, mainly when your boss rather uses you as a secretary than as the very much (over) qualified writer you are. But hey: you’re in NYC and at one of the biggest newspaper firms. Plus: standing in line at a Starbucks isn’t too bad.

NYC is big, massive, obviously. And running into people isn’t easy too avoid, mainly with four coffees in your hands. You’ve gotten good at it after a while of course, but some stupid guy with headphones in practically walks into you.

“Wha-“ The coffees fall on the ground before you ca even finish a sentence.

“…oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t see you.” He says, taking off his headphones. Some blonde in a sweater and suit pants too large. Oh, just great.

And obviously you’re swearing some nonsense about having no to buy the coffee again, and making a mess, and being late and and and…

“…and I’m Nick..?” He says, holding out his hand as if it’s gonna make anything better. Oh your boss is gonna be pissed.

Seeing your judgmental look that doesn’t seem to be looking for truce, he retracts his hand and clears his throat. “I’ll buy you new ones.” He then say with a slight grin. “I know a place better than Starbucks anyways.”