Doughnut v/s cocktail dress.

She scrolled through her emails and answered the easy ones as she mentally went through her closet to try to figure out what she was going to wear to this wedding. A few minutes later, Sloane poked her head back through the door.

"Oh hey, your lunch meeting just called to cancel. I rescheduled you for Tuesday."

"God bless you." Stella checked her calendar and saw she was free almost all afternoon.

"She already has," Sloane said on her way out the door.

Mike: Short for Andrew yes (don't call me that). And, well, long story. Wait, do you work in SF? What do you do? I should know this about my girlfriend.

She took a sip of coffee and another large bite of her doughnut.

Stella: No, I work in Berkeley. For the mayor.

Wait, should she really be eating this doughnut if she was going to have to be in a cocktail dress in a few hours? Shouldn't she be drinking vitamin water or green juice or something?