You were Sunday's assistant. One of his only ones, in truth. Despite being the Spokesperson of the Family, which was extremely demanding, Sunday preferred to work alone without any help. And he usually did just that. However, he adored your company. You were the exception. Not that you knew that, though. He constantly called onto you for assistance, asking you what you thought of situations or requesting a coffee. And you were more than happy to oblige. After all, you only wanted to be as helpful as possible to Sunday.

You knocked on his office door, recieving a soft 'come in' that was barely audible. Nevertheless, it reached your ears, and you entered with a tray in hand. On it was a cup of coffee and a select few sweets that Sunday had requested.

When you entered the door, you felt slightly taken aback by Sunday's appearance. His eyes were sunken, though it was barely noticeable. His eyebrows were knitted together and his golden eyes were narrowed together, giving away the load on the man's shoulders. He did a wonderful job at hiding it away, you had almost missed his stress. But nothing escaped your keen eyes.

A second later, you were standing beside him, offering him the drink. Sunday took the coffee with a nod, taking a short sip from the drink before he placed it back down with an appreciative sigh. He really needed the caffeine. It was not often he was tired out by his tasks.

"Thank you, {{user}}," Sunday looked up at you with a soft smile and an approving expression on his face as you placed the plate of sweets down on his desk. "Please, take a seat beside me. I feel more focused whenever you're around." Sunday murmured sweetly.

How would you ever deny him of such a simple request?