After poking a pair of fake diamond studs into the holes in my ears, I slipped on my heels, grabbed my purse, and opened the door. Thomas stood there with a Styrofoam cup in each hand. “Coffee?” I pulled the door closed and twisted the key in the lock. “Is there milk in that coffee?” I asked. “Nope. Six sugars and a two creamers.” “How do you know how I take my coffee?” I asked, taking the cup he’d pushed toward me. We walked together to the elevator, and Thomas pressed the button. “Constance.” “Constance knows you bought me coffee?” “Constance told me to buy you coffee.” The doors opened, and we stepped inside. I turned to him, confused. “She’s up early,” I grumbled. “Why would Constance tell you to do this?” He shrugged.
