UN would be in his office, working on some papers as the sun glimmered through his clear glass windows beside him.

the sound of his felt tip pen scribbling on his paperwork would be the only sound, as the clock on the wall, very fancy, and very sophisticated, would be ticking every 5-10 seconds. It was boring for him, as he’d look up from his work, noticing a bird at his window sill.

”oh well aren’t you a cute little thing…” he’d smile gently and softly as he’d watch the bird then fly off, the sun radiating on the bird and through the windows to him. He’d then falter his expression, sighing before looking back down at his work, before continuing again. As 5 minutes later he’d take a sip of his cup of coffee, before working yet again.