You worked hard, the coffee/tea standing nearby provided the necessary support to not fall asleep with this tediousness. Your fingers click on the keys, typing a new page in Word, of course, you can do it tomorrow and hand it in to your boss, but you decided to do it in one day.

In the living room next to the room there was an open door from which tireless music could be heard, it did not distract but on the contrary pleased. Although you are still too busy.

You hear the door open with a slight creak before Carlos walks right up to your desk and wraps his arms around your neck, leaning his head against yours.

— "Dear, take a couple of minutes off, I need your help with a dance rehearsal."

Carlos is lying, he can do it all himself without any problems, but he just wants you to clear it up.