Cup of Roasted Coffee

12; smartass expert

Skype was something Emma had never used. Paul had taught her how to use it the last time he was over. He had a lot more experience with it seeing as he used it for work all the time. On the other hand, she had no clue what the hell she was doing.

Emma was sitting on her bed in sweatpants and a tank top, fumbling with the laptop on her lap. She felt like one of the elderly customers that sit at the counter and bug her with questions on how to use their phones. She had done everything she was told to. The instructions he had written her were right in front of her, too, so she couldn't have done anything wrong.

paulmatt -> emmaperk
Do you just want me to call you?

emmaperk -> paulmatt
No I can figure this out

paulmatt -> emmaperk
Emma it's been an hour

No, she could do this. She set her phone down and focused herself. Click on the contact, ok. Now there should be a little camera icon somewhere. Her eyes scanned every pixel on the screen. Aha, there it is. She ran her mouse over it and clicked.

"Took you long enough," Paul teased with a grin, appearing in front of her on the laptop. He looked like he was also in some pajamas. She couldn't tell where he was in his apartment though.

"It's not my fault your handwriting is so bad!" She knew it was a lie that he couldn't prove wrong at that moment, but she couldn't find it in herself to care much.

"I'm going to assume it was a good day at work?" Maybe it was the improved sense of humor, or it could've been the dopey smile on her face. Whatever it was, he would have noticed it from a mile away. Her unusual upbeat vibe was just too obvious.

"Oh, it was the best. Nora and Zoey got in a big fight and now Nora keeps treating me like a fucking angel just to prove a point. I got a free lunch and next weekend completely off!" Only Emma could've been excited about being in the middle of two best friends arguing. The thought made Paul laugh. "Oh my God, you should've seen it." She ran a hand through her hair.

"Wish I had. Sounds like an exciting day."

"CCR didn't have anything happen today?" She asked, giving him a questioning look. Based on what she had seen, the building was extremely boring, but she had some sort of hope.

"The most exciting part of the day was probably seeing you, like always." His comment made her smile a little bit wider. "But Charlotte was having a fun time changing people's desktop photos to cat pictures when they're in meetings."

"That sounds like something she would do. Let me guess, most are of cats in business suits or some shit like that?" Emma laughed at that mental image. The idea of a 30-something-year-old woman running around an office to change people's desktop photos to 2009 quality memes of cats in little suits was priceless.

"Of course. It's better than Melissa though."

"More post-it notes?"

"Oh, no, she made me download this dumb GamePigeon thing and now she won't stop sending me game requests-"

"Wait stop," she cut him off and picked up her phone. "You have GamePigeon?"

"...yeah."

She sent him a game of pool. It took some time to convince him that he might like it more than he expects, but eventually, they started the game.