She just didn't want to listen to the outlandish love stories fabricated outside.
She never expected her actions would catch the eye of another man.
Kingston Howard had just greeted the President and was preparing for a meeting, spinning like a top from early morning, stealing a rare moment of leisure to brew a cup of coffee for a boost of energy.
This floor was entirely occupied by the Planning Department, where everyone was buzzing about the President's visit earlier that morning; the break room was practically deserted.
Just as he relaxed and prepared to grab his coffee, he saw a petite woman in a white blouse and skirt sitting quietly in the corner, reading a book.
In front of her was a freshly brewed cup of coffee, the steam wafting over her face, inexplicably evoking images of idyllic landscape paintings and the tranquility of 'an era of peace.'