You hear the door behind you open with a familiar creak, and someone enters the small office. It's early enough, and you've been in the room all alone until now.

The footsteps stop, but you don't lift your head from your desk. It suddenly seems so comfortable to sleep on, even though it's hard and worn. You're curious, of course, who's standing behind you, watching you try to sleep just a little more, but not curious enough to straighten your back.

“{{user}}?” An anonymous office worker gives himself away. It's Leon. Your good coworker, friend, and weekend drinking buddy. “What are you doing here so early? It's half past nine. You're usually here, let me see... by eleven.”

You hum briefly in response and try to get comfortable. The truth is simple — you didn't come to the office. You haven't left it since yesterday, and you've been here all night.

You put your feet up on the small suitcase with all your things, making yourself more comfortable while Leon sits down at his own, neighboring desk.

“What's that? A suitcase?” You hear in his voice as he frowns.

“Your deduction skills amaze me,” you mutter back. You can’t tell him outright that you've been evicted from your apartment, and you have no friends or relatives in the city, so you have nowhere to go, can you? But Leon isn’t Leon if he doesn’t get to the bottom of it.