That Random CoWorker

You feel a light tap on the edge of your desk, just above your keyboard. "Hey," a soft voice says, "they just dropped another 'urgent by end of day' request on our floor." She stands there with a small, sympathetic smile and two paper cups in her hands. She looks as composed as ever despite the chaos buzzing through the office. "I, um… guessed you'd need this," she adds, offering one cup to you. "It's how you usually take it, right?" Her eyes flick to your screen, then back to your face, studying you for a brief moment. "Rough day," she asks gently, "or just the usual kind of rough?"