The redhead sat casually at his desk; his feet up and his head tilted back, his crimson ponytail falling over the back of his chair. He nodded off. When a knock came at the door of his little office, he was looking entirely the wrong way.
"Yeah, come in," he called to the messenger. He lifted his head to get a better look and watched as a young blonde woman marched into the room. She tried hard not to appear too feminine.
"Reno," she scolded. "Don't you have a report due soon?"
"Yeah, but not till tomorrow." He replied leisurely.
"Well, shouldn't you be working on it?"
"Nah," Reno blew it off easily. "'S not that important." He returned to his carefree position leaning back in his chair.
"My butt's on the line too, you know." She was obviously frustrated with the redhead's complete lack of priority.
"Then why don't you write it?" He accused. "You'd do better than me anyway."
"Because I—" she stopped, then walked right up to him and spoke softly. "You're lucky I care about my career, because it's clear you don't. Next time I won't help you." She snatched some papers off the floor in front of her and turned to leave.
"Thanks 'Lena." Reno mocked.
When she spun around, her face was enflamed. "Watch out, Reno," she warned. "Soon you'll actually have to work at your job."
"Work?" He laughed. "They don't pay me enough for that!" Elena slammed the door behind her.