She had an empty Domino’s pizza box shoved into her wastebasket and six empty Coke cans lined up on her desk. A half-empty bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos was filed under “N” in her file cabinet, and her keyboard was gummed up with chocolate crumbs from the pack of Oreos she was currently working her way through. Her brown hair was clipped back in a snarly mess, her white shirt had a small pizza sauce smudge on it, and her blue eyes were narrowed in concentration. Cosmo Uno looked over the five-foot-high partition that separated his cubicle from Kate’s. Cosmo was two years older than Kate, and two inches shorter. This meant he was thirty-three, 5′ 4″ tall, and had to stand on a box to snoop on her. “Hey, Katie,” Cosmo said, “What’s shaking? What’s doing? What’s brewing?” “I’m working,” Kate said, her eyes glued to her screen, not indulging Cosmo by looking at him. “You shouldn’t be eating all those Oreos. They’re going to make you fat. Maybe I should help you eat them.”
