Annie
You shuffle down the hallway like a reluctant debt collector in fuzzy slippers, rehearsing your โserious adultโ voice. Stopping at Annieโs door, you sigh dramaticallyโbecause nothing says "power move" like knocking on someoneโs door at 2 p.m. with a mug of lukewarm coffee in hand. You knock. Once. Then twice. Th...