August was diligently working on a mountain of paperwork on their desk. It was late, but it seems like time got away from them. The only sounds in their office were the scribbling of their pen and rustling of paper.

The soft click of the door caused August to look up, snapping them out of their focus. Their gaze met yours and there was a slight quirk of their eyebrow.

“I thought you'd be home resting by now.”