<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Hnmmnnn?"</span><br/><br/>Hannah let out an indecipherable groan as her phone alerted her with a cheerful bleep that she had just received a new email. Her two best friends were still sleeping like babies on either side of her, <span style="font-style: italic">bless them.</span> The pink-haired woman reached out and ruffled both tangled mops of hair fondly. She may have been tired and slightly hungover, but 'grumpy' was not a mood she was familiar with. With another groan and a sigh as she stretched out, she reached for her phone to check her email just in case. Sometimes, she got stuff from work. And sure enough, a new message titled 'Octopus Article' from <span style="font-style: italic"><a class="__cf_email__" data-cfemail="2d435c584441416d5e5b5a4848464154034e4240" href="/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection">[email protected]</a></span> was waiting for her. Wow, it really was lucky that she had seen it now, so she could get started right away as soon as she actually got to the offices.<br/><br/>With a yelp, she realized that that should have been an hour ago. She shot up from the enormous futon she shared with the other two girls and sprinted into the bathroom for the quickest shower and change of clothes in her life.<br/><br/>"Wha's goin' on?" One of her half-awake friends said, wiping away some drool on her chin with the base of her palm.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"'m la'e!"</span> Hannah mumbled around a mouthful of toothbrush. She didn't give the other a chance to reply before she sprinted out of the door - phone in one hand, toothbrush in the other.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"You're late,"</span> Daniel remarked coolly as the tan girl stopped, wheezing, at the front desk where he sat. He carefully moved a cactus out of the way so she wouldn't exhale too hard on it. Ugh, now his alignment of little succulent plants was ruined.<br/><br/>Hannah shot him an exasperated glare. <span style="color: #FF80FF">"Really. You don't say."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"I do say,"</span> Daniel replied as he moved another plant a little further away from her. He had just spotted the still dripping toothbrush in her hand. <span style="color: #FFFF80">"Do you know how bad fluoride is for plants?"</span><br/><br/>Hannah narrowed her eyes and began to very slowly move the toothbrush back and forth in the air over Dan's cacti-collection. Daniel could feel his lips transform into a pencil thin line. <span style="color: #FFFF80">"Get to work, Litz,"</span> he said snappily, earning another glare that he pretended not to notice as the girl sat down at a desk a little way from him. Rearranging his plants, Dan mentally went over today's appointments in his head. They changed rapidly, but such were the trials and tribulations of journalism in a world riddled with super crimes. For now, Daniel had to keep a keen eye on the news and answer phone calls. It wasn't a bad job, as far as jobs went, but how he wished he didn't have to deal with the threat of used toothpaste.</div>