"Really?" Claire says incredulously. "Is this really for me?"
She's pointing at a trenta-sized coffee that Gabriel is handing her. They're in his office at nine in the morning.
"Yes, of course," he says cheerfully. "I bought two, see? So the other one's for you."
"I'm sorry, Gabriel," she sighs. "I'm just not used to this. It's usually me who gets you your caffeinated beverage."
Gabriel smiles as he throws his body on his big boss chair. He seems to be in good spirits. Today seems to be one of those days when he'd woken up on the right side of the bed. "I feel good today, Claire. One of my problems got mysteriously solved."
That sends a jolt to Claire's heart. She immediately has an inkling of what Gabriel is talking about.
"Imagine that," Gabriel continues. "One day your shoulders are heavy with untold burden of so many untold complexities. Then another day, everything seems to have vanished."
