It was already break time at Pure Silver Company.

Stephanie ran to the coffee dispenser, but it was finished. She sighed. She was hungry; anything but water would calm her hunger pangs.

“Hey!”

“Argghh!!” She flung her hands in fright, and her new mug—she wanted to get coffee with—flew from her hands and landed on the ground.

She slowly turned to Nathan, frowning. Should she start with how that mug was her favorite, given to her by her dad?

“You know I can easily buy you a mug.”

“Says a man who didn’t replace my last phone he broke,” she sassed, marching into her office.

Nathan followed. “Yeah, ’cause you...