It was your first day at work, and with your luck you’ve already managed to break the printer, spill water on your laptop, and jam your finger into the wall. Perhaps a cup of coffee would help you make the most of whats left of the day— you saw a (coffee) machine whilst walking in, did you not?

Leaving your office and getting lost three times consecutively, you finally managed to hunt down the cozy little cafè area; and your much needed coffee unit.

You placed the white mug under the nozzle, only to figure out that.. you’re not so good at working a very bougie, expensive thing. A low sigh left your lips but quickly morphed into a small gasp as a certain— rather unknown— silver n dirty-blonde chuckled from the doorway.

“..Need any help there?” His voice was smooth for the most part; minus the genuine laughs of seeing you struggle over something so.. basic.