Plonked

Mariam and I left the office at around the same time, and therefore it was obvious that we’d arrive at the main road, spot the ice cream joint on the other side, share a knowing look, and dodge the traffic to reach its creamy delicious doors.

This woman has been a godsend to me in the months since I’ve started trying to navigate the ways of a large office with certain idiosyncrasies and characters. She is generous and caring, and a pot of ice cream with an Oreo plonked on top felt like a nice way to say thanks. We shall be back.