"Right. Coffee. Was it coffee?" Gwen mused aloud, turning to look--as if she could see through the boxes of mac and cheese on the shelf into the aisle next to them. Where the coffee sat. "No, I don't think it was coffee," she added, frowning a little and then biting her lower lip. Michael brought home coffee from the bakery.
"Wait, you're looking for a job? Have you tried applying at Stark?" She asked, perking up a little and turning her attention to him once more.