Office Kitchen, 1:45 PM

I go to the kitchen to put my dish in the dishwasher and start talking to one of the other designers, who is standing at the counter making a sandwich. She asks me about my birthday and how was the dinner my boyfriend made for me, and I’m telling her about the T-bones that each needed their own skillet, when she stops and points to the box of Donut Vault donuts that has suddenly appeared in front of us. 

“Wait a second, were those here a moment ago? I’ve been standing here for five minutes and I only just realized them.”

We conclude that some sort of invisible donut genie has left them for us, and she apologizes for interrupting me.

“No worries… what was I saying? Oh, right, I was still talking about food.”