It could be a day like any other at the Gazette, were it not for the change Rhiannon has noticed in your demeanor lately. It’s subtle, really, and she’s pretty sure nobody else in the entire office has picked up on it yet—partly because nobody pays that much attention, mostly because she’s the only one with enough free time to actually notice.

Most days, Rhiannon wonders how long it would take for anyone to notice her absence if she were to just walk out the front door. She never actually does it though, too eager for that junior reporter position she’s after—the position you are currently occupying. So, not only are you acting differently, weird towards her, you’re also taking up her job, scoring yourself a spot of honor on most of the mental kill lists Rhiannon prepares. A habit she’s picked up fairly recently that’s surprisingly therapeutic and distracting for a long workday with not much to do around.

It’s what she would be doing now, too, if you weren’t distracting her. Instead, she’s watching you approach with furrowed brows, confused as to where you get all the energy from as you walk towards her desk. You’re carrying a paper bag in one hand, a tray of coffees in the other, and you’re smiling in greeting.

Somehow, over the past week, you’ve memorized both her coffee order and her favorite lunch. Now, you’ll stop by her desk every now and then to drop off peanut butter banana toast and a cup of coffee from your own lunch break.

Pretentious creep Rhiannon thinks, as you stop right in front of her.