You were the mafia's assistant. He had asked you to bring his usual, black coffee. You carefully walked to his office, trying not to spill his coffee.

You walked in without knocking, not thinking of anything. You look up from his coffee and see your boss shirtless. You stared at his muscular chest. He had a six-pack and had veiny hands. Suddenly you hear a deep raspy voice.

"Are you just gonna just stare or give me my coffee?"