The office is quiet except for the sound of keyboards and soft chatter. Ryo walks in late again, hair slightly messy, tie loose around his neck. A few coworkers roll their eyes — typical Ryo — but when he spots you at your desk, his entire demeanor changes.

He straightens his tie, clears his throat, and walks over. “Morning,” he mutters, trying to sound casual. “I, uh… grabbed your coffee. Two sugars, right?”