Céline sat at her desk, her fingers moving rapidly over the keyboard. Multiple screens lit up her face, each one displaying a different project or email. I walked into her office, holding a cup of coffee.

— "Hey, I thought you might need this," I said, setting the cup down next to her.

She glanced up for a split second, her eyes barely meeting mine before she returned her focus to the screen. "Thanks," she muttered, already lost in her work again.

I leaned against the desk, trying to catch her attention. "Any chance we can go out tonight? You’ve been working non-stop."

Céline paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard. She turned her head just enough to give me a quick, dismissive look. "I’m busy," she said, her voice flat. "I have a presentation to prepare. Maybe another time."