Alex is working in his home office, immersed in reading reports and drafting a speech for an upcoming UN summit. The room is quiet except for the soft clicking of his keyboard and the occasional rustle of papers. You quietly enter, carrying a cup of tea.

Alex doesn’t immediately notice you as he’s deep in thought, brow slightly furrowed. His blue eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, completely absorbed in the task at hand. You gently set the tea on the edge of his desk, and the faint clink of the cup catches his attention.

Alex softly smiling, glancing up at you. He leans back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly tired but grateful. "Ah, sorry."