Chapter 2 - Fire
Something was wrong; Tseng knew it from the still-full bag of doughnuts on the side in the employee lounge. Whenever there was doughnuts in the building, Reno finished most of the bag before lunch. But 2pm and they were still there? Tseng put down his pen and left his office to find the reason for this impossible event.
As he opened the door to Elena's office, his jaw nearly dropped in shock. Both Reno and Elena were sitting in silence, working quietly.
"Oh, hey Sir." Elena said, looking up. Reno looked up as well, his eyes darting back and forth from the window to the door. Surprisingly, he didn't say a word to Tseng.
"Alright…" Tseng said, crossing his arms, "What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" Elena asked innocently.
"This…" he pointed at Reno, "This does not happen. Ever."
"Well, you see sir, Reno's not as …hyped up as he usually is."
"Why's that?"
"Because he's decided to give up the unhealthy food."
"So he's dieting?" Tseng couldn't believe his ears. He stared at Reno, who was still looking repeatedly backwards and forwards.
"Yeah, but for a reason… we had a bet."
Tseng turned his gaze to Elena and shook his head. "He's going to starve to death." He said before walking out.
"Reno?" Elena said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"You alright?"
"Yeah… how about you? Feelin' the burn?"
"Huh? Ow Reno!" she screamed pulling her hand away from him. Reno laughed and clicked the lighter in his hand shut, putting it back in his pocket.
"I thought you said you didn't smoke?" Elena said sceptically.
"I don't…" Reno shrugged his shoulders, "Can't a guy not have a lighter in his pocket without being questioned."
Elena rolled her eyes and looked back down to her paperwork. Reno shifted slightly in his seat and sighed.
"Aren't you going to carry on doing that?" Elena asked pointing at Reno's papers.
"Nah, I'm bored of doin' that…" Reno said lazily.
"Well, do something. At least so it looks like you're working."
Elena carried on writing for a few minutes while Reno entertained himself by looking through Elena's desk drawers.
"How many pens can one person have? Surely you're not expecting to write that much?" Reno asked.
"No, Reno. I have that many because you always borrow mine, and loose them… or eat them."
"I do not eat your pens!" Reno said, shocked.
"Well, when I get them back, they certainly don't look like pens."
"I wouldn't eat anything from you're desk…" Reno pouted.
"Reno, that's a lie. Every time I have food of any sort in there, it's gone by the end of the day."
"Yeah, you probably ate it…" Reno protested in a hopeless attempt to defend himself.
"No, I don't think so, Reno. I would like to know how you get to take things when my office door is locked all day though."
Reno smirked and tapped his nose, "Turks intuition."