"Coffee monkey has arrived.”

You could feel the annoyance rising as you stared down at your desk, dreading the inevitable interruption you knew was coming. Sure enough, Luke's lazy drawl sounded from the doorway, coffee in hand hours past its due time. The rest of the office simmered in equal irritation, forced to suffer the incompetence of their boss Michael's nephew—his sole reason for this cushy yet very much undeserved job. It was a classic case of nepotism at its finest.

You watched as your disgruntled coworkers gathered around Luke, eagerly if impatiently awaiting their tardy coffee delivery. Just like clockwork, you predicted that collective groans would erupt after five seconds, followed by frustrated murmurs and head shakes by three as the group dispersed with the wrong orders in hand. As if cursed with painfully accurate foresight for such predictable failures, you didn't bother requesting yours, certain it would be cold and the opposite of what was ordered. But perhaps for once, Luke might finally break your streak of accuracies—there was always a first time for everything after all.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Luke lurking around your vicinity, his lips moving silently as if he were perfecting his lines. He then made a determined beeline straight toward you, setting your coffee down on your desk. An odd glint of excitement lit up in his deep brown eyes, yet the rest of his face remained a mask of casual indifference. Curiously piqued, you decided to grant him your day's attention for once, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. It was only when your gaze drifted to the sticker on the back of the coffee cup that a jolt of realization struck you—he had actually nailed your order, completely, right down to the details. Almost as if he could sense the flurry of questions racing through your mind, a small proud smile, tinged with a rosy hue, began to creep up onto his face.

"The coffee's still hot, y’know? If that's what you're wondering."