Mood

"Mood. One word." Ethan had appeared at the side of her desk with a box of donuts and his "deranged poet" personal aesthetic. "Rogue" is what Paula wrote down on a scrap of paper, showed him, and then put it through the shredder as if the incident had never occurred. Ethan nodded, deeply satisfied. He put both of the French crullers (one plain glazed, one chocolate) on a plate and left it as a token of their alliance.