Dexter looked up from mail sorting and nodded. "Yeah, I bring them." It was one of his morning rituals. One of the things that helped him to appear to be a normal human, and now it was also habit.
He turned back to the mail and then glanced up again. Dexter felt like he knew this man, but couldn't think of where he might have met him. In this place, for sure. But at what time?
His eyes found the badge. "Is there something that I can do for you, detective?"
Dexter hoped that hadn't come out rude. But he didn't think that the journey had been made all the way from the break room to here just to announce the donuts. Not by a detective. That was something he would have expected from Masuka. He wondered if he'd ever see the weird small pervert again.
He put the mail down completely now, ready to turn to the files if there wasn't something else he should be doing. It all depended on what the ginger in front of him said.