(I work in a law firm for an attorney. There is another attorney who shares the same unit, but has his own practice. The other attorney also has a ruthless sweet tooth. Since it’s nearing the holiday party, I will hide anything sweet when I bring it into the office.)
Attorney: “Are those donuts?”
(He’s somehow spotted the donuts in their nondescript packaging in an obscure corner of my desk buried under files.)
Me: “Yes.”
Attorney: “…Uh, can I have one?”
Me: “Sure.”
(Five minutes later, he comes back to my desk.)
Attorney: “So, do you have any donuts left?”
Me: “Yes.”
Attorney: “…Uhh, can I have one?”
(Two hours later, he returns again.)
Attorney: “So, any donuts left?”
Me: “Yes.”
Attorney: “…Can I have one?”
Me: *sighs* “Just take the rest.”
Attorney: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Yes. It’s fine.”
(He starts to walk off with the donuts, but stops and looks back at me.)
Attorney: “I work out!”