The hangover cure

I make a concentrated version of the iced Thai coffee using a double shot of espresso. I pour a little of my special brand of creamer in{if BONUS=100}... then I go ahead and dump in all of it in, even wiping the inside rim with my finger{endif}. In her state, and the rich dark espresso flavors, I bet that she won’t be able to notice my pungent seed. I add a few extra drops of almond extract to distract her senses further.

I knock on her door. Victoria groans, “UUUGH... Enter.”

I deliver the sweet hangover cure, fortified with extra protein. She is working on her laptop, or at least trying to, slouched forward, sunglasses still on. “Here you go.” I set the cup near her open pack of saltine crackers and an aspirin bottle. “Can I get you anything else?” She shakes her head and waves me off. I decide not to loiter.

She sure is stingy with those thank-you’s.