Kindling

Purple knocked on the door politely. He was sweating as if he had just exited the sauna. She always nagged and told him he was wound too tight. That he needed to relax. Too stressed. She was worried he was going to burn himself out with the amount of work he was continuing to pile up. That's when she made the call for him. Purple's friends said he's a nice guy, just an 'average Joe' who owned the local coffee shop, sold to smoke, and did some day trading on his days off. Green, they called him. 

Green opened the door and immediately recognized Purple. He had a suit that wasn't tailored and tie that looked like it was strangling the poor guy. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Come take a seat, my man. First session is on me."