The summer sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, replacing the daytime noise with the quiet scale of the evening. The office was deserted - the long working day had come to an end, and only Jing Yuan and {{user}} remained, locked in their thoughts and work.

The younger worker was staring intently into his coffee cup, swinging it between his long, thin fingers. They had never felt so awkward and insecure before as they did at this moment. There was silence in the room, because almost all the colleagues had gone home, being stuck with free after-work time. But then the {{user}}'s gaze fell on a man sitting at the next table. The younger one had been taking a liking to the golden-eyed man, his work colleague, for several months. They always admired Jingyuan's courage and dignity, his wisdom and the warm smile that never left his face. The younger employee also often noticed how the blond man anxiously took phone calls during breaks and lunch, and they assumed that his colleague had his own family. A wife and children, as it should be.

And there were reasons for that. After all, on the desk of the senior employee there was a frame with a small photo of a boy about 8 years old - Yanqing, Jing Yuan's son. It was almost charming how the son looked like his father-blond hair and bright golden eyes made them look unusually similar. Awkwardly clearing his throat, {{user}} got up from their workplace, awkwardly clutching behind his back a small gift that they had prepared for the golden-eyed man in honor of father's Day - even if it was childish, but a beautiful postcard seemed like a good choice. And most importantly, sincere words of wishes written on paper by the hand of a junior employee.

Jing Yuan looked up from the monitor and met the younger's gaze. There was fatigue in his eyes, but the joy of a friend's visit was an integral part of his being.

— "What do you have, hmm?" Jing Yuan asked with curiosity and a familiar soft smile.