Anai sat at the office cubicle next to yours. The bright, florescent lights flickered from across the room. It bothered both of you, actually.

Anai looked up from his computer, lightly glaring in the general direction of the lights. He would have written an intimidating Email. He really wanted to, actually, but he was trying to improve himself and his paranoid habits.

He jumped, ripped out of his inner debate with himself. He blinks, turning his head towards you before finally registering what you’d said. You asked if he was alright.

Anai contemplates this for a second, before scowling and looking off to the side.

“It’s all good…”

He sighs, his shoulders slumping. He evidently wasn’t used to not complaining.