Cameron had, against his better judgment, offered to buy coffee for the rest of the IT department. Even worse, he had the other members write down their orders. All he wanted was some time away from Crow and Simon's dumb, instigating behavior, but he realized now he couldn't get away from it. Staring down at the slip of paper, he tried to read the handwriting. It was almost impossible. Was it because they spent so much time in front of the computer that they were starting to forget how to write properly?

Sighing, Cameron debated how much longer he should try to decipher scribbles or order something generic. He felt a line slowly forming behind him and glanced behind him just as Issac spoke. He hunched his shoulders. What was more responsible: getting out of the way or getting the orders for his coworkers?

"Sorry," he said, inching off to the side. "Go ahead." But the man could have had access to coffee any day her in Victory.... No, Cameron didn't care enough. Maybe he had been trying to ween himself off caffeine, and it didn't work. Whatever it was, it wasn't any of his business.

He went back to cracking the code of illegible handwriting. Java chip... Mocha... something.