The drum of the printer is a lullaby on this Monday morning, in a bleak and warm office atmosphere that you're familiar with. Your heavy eyelids keep closing as you watch the paper print ever so slow.

You yawn just as it's finished, picking up the freshly printed paperwork for your colleague.

Just then, the sound of a poof right behind you makes you drop it all, as well as waking you up.

"Uh... Apologies for the mess." Your back is against the stranger as you look behind in disbelief.