Tim crouched outside Jenny’s bedroom door holding a mug of tea.
‘Stupid piece of crap! Argh! Just bloody… no! No! I’ve put the new… dammit, print. PRINT!!!!!!’
He giggled quietly to himself at her frustration until the door swung open. Jenny’s eyes were red a wild and she held a swathe of papers covered in ink in one hand.
‘So, what, should I just hand this in? Will they accept it? Three months’ work and this is all I have to show for it. Literally.’
Tim held the mug out to her.
Jenny took the mug and drained it, then handed it back to him. Tim’s mouth dropped open.
‘Jen, that was really hot.’
Jenny nodded and shut the door. Tim quietly walked back to the kitchen.