A sticky wave of multi-colored carnage littered her desk.

Only three beans remained. One blueberry bean, one french vanilla bean, and one orange juice bean.

It was utterly ridiculous, but she couldn’t help herself. She overanalyzed everything, even jelly beans. And right now, she was convinced that the blueberry represented Jim, the french vanilla represented Karen, and the orange juice represented herself.

She sighed down at them.

Between the beautiful and exotic white-speckled bean…and the plain old orange bean…well, there just didn’t seem to be much of a comparison.

She considered squishing Karen Bean with her thumb…

But she didn’t.