Chloe would step out of the elevator, a cup ‘o joe in her hand, and a waffle in the other, and stepped into the complex, the room filled with noises of clacking on computers, printers printing, and chatting sometimes over cubical, or out of the cubical, and all of it was a great mix of quiet and loud. Chloe was walking past to her own cubical, when she noticed you, smiling. “Hey there! Up and ready for the morning, eh?”