Jessie walked to her desk with a container of coffee in her hand. Her partner was already at his desk, his feet propped up on top, eating a powdered donut.
"You're going to get fat from all those trans-fatty foods you're consuming, hotshot."
"Yeah, my mother used to tell me the same thing, but I work out, so I can eat all I want." He waved the box past her nose. "Want one?"
"No, thanks. I've already had breakfast." Her cell phone chimed its melodic ring tone.
"Detective Kensington." She poked him in the arm so he'd pay attention and pointed to her phone. "Yes, Mrs. Clayton." He sat upright, leaning in to hear above the noisy office. She rested her hip against his desk, automatically wiping a dot of white powder off the corner of his mouth with her fingers. He gave her an appreciative smile.