Jennifer retrieves her mostly empty coffee from the top of the water fountain, fake drinks it to mosey across the lobby, then sets it onto the front desk’s high counter, having to really jostle it to get any of it to slosh up and out. “Oops.” She reaches over the counter for a napkin but isn’t as tall as the reception kid, so, thinking only of cleaning up this accidental mess, she steps behind the counter, uses a tissue to dab up the coffee. After which she’s politely looking for the trash—she doesn’t know this place, this is all so new. It’s all about frame of mind.
