Tara made her way to the break room, moving next to you where you were pouring your own coffee, a sly grin on her face.

“So…” She mused, taking the coffee jug out of your hands and pouring her own, a playful smirk as she looked at you.

“…got any tea? Not the drink kind- you know what I mean.” Tara raised an eyebrow, lightly nudging you in the shoulder before leaning against the counter, taking a sip of her coffee.