"Apple for your thoughts?"
He looked up at the smiling face of Mac.
"Isn't it supposed to be penny?" he asked, his smile matching hers.
"Technically, an apple is worth more than a penny."
"Yes, except for the fact that I bought that apple."
She seemed to ponder his words.
"Well, I guess no thoughts then," she said playfully, taking a bite of the apple.
"Funny girl." She shrugged, chewing. "Gonna give me some?"
She shook her head.
She was leaning against his desk, holding the apple in one hand, a folder in the other.
He pulled her onto his lap, and coaxed her into a kiss.
She squeaked and pushed him away.
"Harm..." she warned.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"We're at work."
"Yeah, and it's 2100."
"I'm not going to ask how you do that..."
"I will comment on something else."
"And that is?"
"The apple tastes good," he said, winking at her.