etkezo.

Sphinx is one sly dog, and fully aware of the contradiction embodied in that statement. 

Contradictions are kind of her thing.
Her life is basically a bad syllogism.

She waits for The Master to figure out what he wants, flipping the pages of her notepad impatiently. 
Personally, she doesn’t think that’s ever going to happen.
Probably not even possible.

She’d pity him, but he’s a jerk most of the time. 
He comes in weekly, and only ever orders coffee.
It’s gotten old.

God, he takes forever.
She plots her next conquest in the down time, until he speaks the words she already knows he’ll say.

Fucking French roast.
Minus the expletive.