Mira sat in the break room, sipping her espresso, the steady ticking of the clock filling the silence. The echo of footsteps caught her attention. Someone was approaching, but they didn’t enter. The steps lingered outside the door, hesitant.

Mira's eyes flicked toward the entrance, waiting. After a brief pause, the footsteps faded, heading down the hallway. She exhaled quietly, placing her cup down with a soft clink.

“Either come in or don’t,” she muttered to herself, standing up. “Indecision wastes time.”

She pushed the door open, ready to return to her work, already forgetting the small interruption.