Addison heard the break room door opening from behind her but didn’t pay any attention to the person entering. She was too busy staring at the options within the vending machines. One hand rested against the machine itself, helping to prop her up against it, while her gaze narrowed along the beverage options. Her head tilted and a disappointed sigh left her when she realized that there were no iced coffee cans waiting for her on the other side of the plexiglass.<br/><br/>A voice spoke up from near the doorway, making Addison’s brows crease as she turned slowly. At first, she merely looked at him from over her shoulder, remaining silent, like a wild animal gauging the danger of an approaching human. She didn’t bother to say anything back to him, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to speak to her. She sighed, not at all minimizing the severity of the air leaving her cheeks.<br/><br/>These corporate types never read body language well, did they? Addison spun slowly to face him as he introduced himself. Preston, what a preppy name. She had to hold back the scoff that was building in her throat. Her arms folded over her chest while her eyes roamed over and along his body, sizing him up, in some capacity. He mentioned her dad and a tour, though he assumed she didn't need one.<br/><br/>Addison tilted her head to the other side, looking at him curiously. Preston quizzed her on her name, a look of relief washing over him for some inexplicable reason. Her arms slowly unfolded from her chest and her hands instead, took purchase along her hips, wedging along her slight curvature there as she popped her hip out and rested her very judgmental gaze on his face, once again.<br/><br/>“Not sure what gives you that impression.” She paused, even though there was more to say. “That I know the office better than you do. Do you think I, like, hang out here in my free time? That I sleep here at night and fuck my boyfriend in the storage closet?” Her pointed look made it seem like she expected an answer. But she didn’t wait for one. “Do you guys have any iced coffee up in this bitch, or do I have to Postmate it?” She was already starting to slip her phone out of her back pocket, in anticipation.