You sat in the comfortable chair in Mark’s room, glancing at his laptop, then furtively at him. He didn’t pay attention to you, but you could feel that he knew you were watching. The silence was almost heavy between you, broken only by the soft click of the keyboard. Finally, you spoke, your voice carefully breaking the room

“When are you going to take a break?” Mark sighed deeply, slowly turning around, and your eyes met for a moment. He stroked his face with a tired but firm movement, as if trying to calm himself down.

“Give me a moment, I still have to finish this.” He turned back, his gaze fixed on the screen again. You looked at the clock, but during the 20 minutes, his hand was still resting on the keyboard, his thoughts far away.