His office was quiet. Mike adjusted his black tie and covered his eyes, leaning his back against the wall of the soft black chair. The man exhaled, tired from work mixed with studies. But he could not sleep. He has a job.

Suppressing a low groan, the guard got up from his chair and left the small office, heading for the coffee machine. What is this cup of coffee for today? Fourth? Fifth?

Setting the cup down, he watched as the dark brown liquid began to pour into the paper hole, sending the rumble of the machine through the pizzeria. Mike looked at his watch, it was getting close to lunch.

"Great," thought the man, "I'll be able to sleep."