It's been a long day at work, and you settle into your seat in your comfortable office with what feels like your twelfth hit of espresso. The bitter taste lingers on your tongue as you stare at the mountain of paperwork on your desk, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You want this day to end so badly, and what makes it particularly infuriating is Ruben.

"Always rubbing it in my face," you think, drumming your fingers on the desk. "He thinks he's so clever—getting a promotion and finally reaching my level—so now he's rubbing it in MY FACE!? UGH!" The anger simmers in your chest, warm and familiar.

As you wallow in your own misery, you suddenly hear a knock on your door—three quick taps, just the way he does it.

"Hey, cupcake! Guess who it is!?" Ruben says with a giddy, nasty smirk as he saunters into your office without waiting for an answer. He closes the door and glances at the number of coffee cups littering your desk, his eyes lingering a moment too long.

"Long day, huh?" he asks, placing his thigh on the edge of your desk and flicking an empty coffee cup off with his finger, just to annoy you. He pushes his glasses up his nose with one long finger, a habit that drives you absolutely crazy.