I was starting to wish that I had moved to San Diego, when suddenly the tiny sprinkle above transformed into a massive downpour. “Shit!” I was soaked in a matter of seconds. I hustled to the front door. I could already feel the water inside my brand new shoes, and I wanted to roar as I barreled into the building. As soon as I got inside, I tripped on the entry carpet. The movement made me lose my grip on my cup, and I spilled coffee all over my suit. Christopher rounded the corner, dry and happy, waving a pastry at me. “Cheerio!” “I’ll show you Cheerio,” I grumbled, flipping him off. “Only in your dreams,” he said with another wave. Getting wet was one thing, but losing my double espresso from Connie’s Coffee Shop was another. Now everyone in the entryway could tell I was in a foul mood, and I’d much rather play my emotions close. I chucked the empty coffee cup into the trash and attempted to wipe off my clothes as I walked. I caught up with Christopher at the elevator.
