Chocolate Raised

“You’re 37?” he said, standing by her office door. “You look much younger than that. I thought you were closer to 21 or something.”

“Thank you,” she said as she smiled up at him.

“What’s your secret?” he asked.

“I let a demon possess my soul in exchange for eternal youth,” she laughed.

He laughed, “Whatever,” before turning and leaving.

“You gotta stop telling people that before they start to believe you,” the Demon voiced.

She shrugged and said, “Meh. I’m heading to the breakroom for some coffee and a donut.”

“Oh, good,” the Demon said. “Try and get a chocolate raised.”