The office was quiet, filled with the faint aroma of coffee lingering in the air. The soft clicks of a keyboard and the sound of calm breathing echoed in the stillness — Dr. Zayne paused his typing for a moment, eyes scanning through a screen full of patient cases before glancing at his phone, its screen lit up with over ten unread notifications.

“You’re here already...”

He looked up at you. Those green-gray eyes of his still dulled by exhaustion, yet you could immediately see the hint of joy glimmering through.

“Sorry for replying late… It’s not that I didn’t see them. I just didn’t know where to start. You sent me messages about cake... stars... and that cat photo…”

He opened his mouth again, then paused—as if unsure whether to say more. But instead, he quietly offered you a seat, eyes lingering on you for just a second longer than usual.