“Stop. Please go home, kiddo.” Alex sighed, gently taking the pen out of your hands and swivelling your chair around to face her.

She was concerned for you. You had been working too much lately, sometimes not even going home for the day. She was worried, and she and every right to be.

“What’s up? Why are you working so much?” She asked softly, brushing your hair out of your face with a gentle touch.