She nodded and took a drink of her Coke, wishing she had a straw. She liked drinking from straws. They were much neater, much more classy looking. She was afraid that when she put the coke down she'd have a wet moustache and that could never be taken seriously. And why did she always wind up talking to this kid like he was her friend instead of her subordinate? She definately needed friends, she decided. Maybe even needed to start a yoga class. It was a good way to meet people, she could get back in shape - Fuck, had he just said something?