Scott waved hello to Greg as he walked past his cubicle on the way to the break room, as he did every morning before his shift started. Despite the fact that Greg and Simon had cubicles facing each other, Scott never bothered to wave at Simon. Why would he, after all?
“Good morning to you, too,” Geoff said, as Scott approached the vending machines. “So what’s new with you?”
“Oh, nothing much,” Scott replied, as he pulled out his wallet. “Feeding my coffee habit. I stayed up late last night for no good reason. Mostly I spent the night watching TV. Discovery, History, EPSN, and some local sit-coms. Whatever floats my boats, you know.” He retrieved the cup from the vending machine, and held it up to his face to breathe in the fumes.
“You do have a lot of boats,” Geoff said, nodding in agreement. “Myself, I was split evenly between reading and workout out at the gym. Lately, I’ve been- hang on, I’ve got to get this.” Geoff silenced his phone and walked over into a secluded corner of the room.
“Sorry about that,” Greg said, spinning around in his chair to talk to Simon. “Anyway, I thought the doctor said you weren’t allowed to have coffee anymore?”