Getting in between Karl and his vending machines - never a bright move. Amanda Reilly might not have been particularily smart, but she was fast, off the couch and flicking a button of her blouse open in a movement so casual Alyssa nearly missed it... until she came to make 'polite conversation' with her partner.
A muscle in her cheek pulsed as she clenched her teeth. None of her business. She'd just keep going on towards the coffee maker while Amanda nattered on about some terribly fascinating and romantic assignment in France, the kind that she never got to go on anymore because Karl didn't travel and wouldn't Amanda just love to know that before she kept dropping those hints about how useless her partner had been and how much she'd have preferred to have Karl there.
Pour the coffee. Don't spill. Take a sip and do not accidentally splash it on a certain someone on your way back.