So now I have a blog:
H. denies bringing the coffee, and he looks sincere. "I wish I'd thought of that," he says. He sounds a little downcast. "You have a secret admirer."
What the fuck? Who brought me a month's worth of coffee, then?
My friends Sm and Kt deny it, but Sm not entirely convincingly. Thankfully this has not become a fiasco where everyone gets offended. Well, I say, I am not opening up that coffee until someone 'fesses up. I have straight hair today, fresh from the hairdresser's, and I look authoritative.
Except that is not true. I will take a photograph of the beautiful Austrio-golden packaging first thing tomorrow morning and then make myself a fresh cup of hazelnut coffee. I should stop myself: I know that someone likes me, and he deserves a break.
B. was right: it is terrifying how hard I am underneath.
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