"Hmm... What should I have today?" I mused aloud to no one in particular, a little too chipper for someone barely surviving workplace politics. "Maybe I'll try the new tacos. Word on the forums says the kitchen staff summoned real cumin this time, not just spice illusions."
"I'll drop off a few at the potluck corner." I grinned, already picturing the Sparkles and his unicorn gang happily devouring taco shells like they were treasure.
But just as I reached the cafeteria's arched entrance, I spotted something—or rather, someone—half-concealed behind the wall. A familiar silhouette lurked there, craning his neck like a nosy pelican with trust issues.
Naga. In full creep mode.
Eyebrows furrowing, I tiptoed over.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, eyeing his stakeout stance and ducking beside him.
Naga, clearly too deep in his espionage fantasy to register my voice, without even glancing at me, whispered back, "Shh. I'm trying to spot Carl. But I don't see him anywhere."
A pause.
