Swedish Cookies||Micoo & Burnie
Michael walks across the way back to the main Stage 5 offices, swiping his card through the reader and pushing in. There’s a pale blue cylinder in his hands, the writing foreign but the cookies advertised on them looked delicious. Michael casually tosses them in the air as he makes through the sea of mini offices, waving to Miles and anyone who happens to greet him.
Slowly but surely Michael makes it to Burnie’s office and gently knocks on the door, having already texted his boyfriend he was coming. He turns the handle and enters, closing the glass door and smiling at his boss.
“So guess who has an awesome friend who lives near an Ikea, and sent me some Swedish chocolate cookies?” he asks as he picks at the thin packaging. “Wanna try one?”








