"May I, Manager!" Henry grabbed the pitcher of beer before Zeenia could. He poured her a glass first, the pitcher bigger than his entire arm. Beer splashed out in shaky waves as he struggled to keep a hold of it. "Ms. Steven?"
"Yeah," Charlotte replied and held out her empty glass, surprised that her work superior would offer to pour her a drink. Usually, it was a low ranking woman's job to pour drinks at these post-work gatherings. But she did not decline any beer, and soon the three of them clinked their glasses in cheers. Zeenia knocked back two large gulps and immediately wished she had requested her hometown blend over whatever this was. She could take it or leave it.
As the hour progressed, Zeenia finally found her inner harmony as she unwound for the weekend. Even Henry showed hi
