Ricardo crouched lower behind the bush, peering through the leaves with keen interest. He thumbed out a swift message:
“major drama unfolding. tasseography? coffee cup revelations. over.”
He hit send and melted back into the foliage, waiting nervously for Miss Bossy’s reply and pondering his future.
What chance of advancement was there, really?
Was he doomed to a lifetime of trying to impress her?
Was he a fool?
“Ricardo!” shouted Carob. “Would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?”