Does anyone even still read MtR fanfiction anymore? All well, I do and if someone out there does read this I hope you enjoy it too!
Its short but the story is just getting started
I hc that there is a no coffee rule in the house because of Lucille
A dark haired young woman strode down the bright, clean hallways of Robinson Industries, her head was down and in her hand clasped firmly was a cafeteria take away coffee cup, any that happened to pass her by paid her no more attention than what was needed to stay out of her way.
The young women made her way into a crisp, clean laboratory where there was only one occupant, the owner and lead scientist of the building, Cornelius Robinson, said man was currently bent over a desk littered with drawings and equations
"Sir?" The young women called
Cornelius's head snapped up and whipped around to the source of the noise, seeing the young women he turned fully to face her and tried to straighten out the creases in his sweater vest, "Yes, hello, how can I help you?"
The women shuffled her feet and looked back down at the ground again, "I was told to give you this, sir… Dr. Jackson said you would be needing it by now…" Her voice trailed off as she thrust the take away coffee at him
"Oh! Uhh, that's very kind of you and Dr. Jackson, but I don't drink.." Cornelius stopped talking upon seeing the panicked look on the young interns face, because it was obvious that's what she was, an intern, and a new one at that seeing as he hadn't seen her around before.
Neil sighed and took the offered coffee cup, "thank you miss…?"
"Mandy sir. My name is Mandy Johnson."
"Thank you, miss. Johnson"
He was expecting the young intern to leave after he had taken the offered cup, but she didn't, sighing inwardly he made a show of swallowing a gulp of the dark liquid and tried not to gag, not only was it lukewarm at best it also didn't taste quite right either.
Mandy Johnson smiled and left Cornelius to continue with the equations in front of him. Cornelius could feel a sense of heaviness creep up on him, maybe Dr. Jackson was right and he did need a bit of a pick me up. The inventor continued to sip on the coffee until it was time to go home.