…I stood outside my office with a cigarette.

A man with close-cropped hair, a blue shirt and a natty red tie stepped out of the restaurant next door. He barked into his cellphone something like, "I told you as clearly as I possibly can! I laid it all out for you!"

He was then silent while he listened. Impatient for his turn to talk again, he pushed around a few stray pieces of rock salt with the toe of his black loafer. When he spoke again he was nearly yelling. "Don't you threaten me! Don't you dare threaten me!"

He listened again for a moment and then snapped his phone closed and returned to the restaurant.

I really want to write a short story around this. Does anyone have a suggestion for genre? Silly or serious? Comedy or crime?