It was a chill day in the office. A mini fan blows on your features, your hair flowing back whenever the forced current hits your face. A sigh left your lips, your slender fingers proceeding to type on the keyboard. A document, is all you were writing. You paused to for a moment, raising a glass over to your lips to take a slow sip of your coffee. It tasted a bit bitter due to its sudden warmth/cold, it could use a bit of creamer. A hand sharply lands on your shoulder, spooking you. Typical.