Chapter 15
He needed coffee. So much coffee.
Eyes gritty from lack of sleep, Sam stumbled up the last flight of stairs and pushed through the door on the ninth floor. The cafeteria was abuzz with quiet conversation. It was much too early, even for his usually boisterous coworkers, and for once, Sam was glad there weren’t too many people around. He couldn’t handle it after his restless night.
Sam wanted to talk to Michael about what went on after the man pulled him back into the mortal plane. But Michael had blown him off, citing too much paperwork, and had only texted to tell Sam good night. Sam knew they still had to talk, but he hadn’t been able to push Michael last night. Maybe after he was sufficiently caffeinated, he’d feel up to it.
“You okay, Samwise?”
Sam found a smile for Sho
