It was his normal day of work. Well, not the most interesting, but boredom was good from time to time. He'd already drunk two cups of coffee and was finishing his third. Stella would kill him, he thought, but continued drinking. No one was going to stop the head of New York Crime Lab from drinking his coffee. With this though he started writing his next report.
He didn't notice the office door opening. She saw how focused he was and didn't let him know she was there . She just stood there and watched him. Finally, he raised his eyes and saw her.
"Oh, Stell, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you coming."
"It's going to kill you, you know?"
"Not coffee itself, but an amount you drink - yes."
"Stell, I've drunk coffee for years and nothing happend. I'll be fine, really. You don't have to worry about my health."
"Don't Stell me here!"
"Okay, oaky, calm down. But I really don't see any reason to stop drinking coffee"
"Since I gave up drinking coffee, you can at least TRY to drink less."
"If this will make you feel better..."
"What am I allowed to drink then, tea?"
"Yes, but only one cup of black a day. But you can drink as much green as you want. Rooibos is ok, too. I can give you some mine."
"It's not necessary, I was about to finish anyway."
"Good, we can go and eat something. I'm starving. How about Subway?"
"Stella, eating a sub for dinner every day is not a definition of a balanced diet, you know?"
"I know, what's a definition of balanced diet then?"
"I don't know, how about we will order some takeaway and eat at home? Like Chinese?"
"Nooo, I don't want Chinese, pizza?"
"Sounds like a plan. Take your coat and let's meet at the lift, okay?"
"Okay." she said and left. He checked if she could see him and quickly drank his coffee. No one, even his pregnant wife, was going to separate him from his coffee.