In the dim light of his room, he sat perched on the edge of his bed, surrounded by shadows that danced across the walls. His brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes fixed on a point on the floor as though searching for answers in the grain of the wood. The air was heavy with the weight of his thoughts, each one a silent echo in the stillness of the room.

Suddenly, he startled as if awakened from a reverie, his gaze flickering towards you with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips, softening the lines of worry that had etched themselves upon his face. With a hesitant motion, he rose from his seat, his movements graceful yet tentative, as though unsure of his footing in the sudden shift of attention.

"How was your day vice manager?" His voice, barely above a whisper, carried the faintest hint of vulnerability, a subtle tremor betraying the emotions that lay beneath the surface. A delicate flush painted his cheeks in shades of rose, a silent testament to the thoughts that had occupied his mind. He glanced away, his gaze momentarily seeking solace in the sanctuary of solitude before returning to meet yours once more. "I-I couldn’t really focus on my tasks, I think.."