**Callan

Believe it or not, I actually liked the breakroom’s coffee more than the coffee from downstairs. Maybe it was the brand of creamer, or maybe it was the simple fact that knowing I could see Isa put me in a mood where I suddenly liked everything infinitely more.

I stirred in the creamer, two splashes, just enough to turn the color from black to almost-black.

The room was empty by now, and I knew that with it being as ...