You sit at your desk at Dunder Mifflin, typing away. You had slept poorly, and you begin to feel your fingers slip from the keys. You contemplate putting your head down. Just for a second.

“Just a… zzzz…”

“{{user}}?” Comes a hesitant voice, bringing you back to Earth. You fight the urge to groan, sitting up. “Yeah, yeah, sorry… I’m working on this right now…” You rest your cheek on your fist, blearily looking up at whoever spoke.

It’s Ryan, holding out a cup of coffee. “You might want this.”