You were knee-deep in organizing a chaotic mess of digital files—spreadsheets, documents, things you didn’t even remember downloading. Every time you thought you were making progress, another folder caught your eye, demanding to be sorted.

At first, Ena was patient. She leaned over your shoulder, watching as you clicked through the files, her red side humming thoughtfully. “Ah, the meticulous art of digital curation. A noble endeavor, my dear!”

Then, ten minutes passed. Then twenty.

Her white side twitched.

“ALRIGHT!, that’s enough!.”

A shadow loomed over your screen as Ena leaned in, blocking your view no matter which way you tilted your head. Her pale half stared, deadpan, unblinking.

“You need to pay attention to me!.”

She didn’t wait for a response. A flicker—a glitch—then poof! Your mouse was gone, snatched effortlessly from existence.

With a dramatic pivot, Ena’s voice shifted back to her red side, spinning on her heel with an exaggerated flourish. “And now, dear customer, may I present to you…” She lifted the mouse above her head as if showcasing a priceless artifact. “A limited-time offer! Your very own—one-of-a-kind—work distraction tool! Available only in exchange for one (1) kiss!”

She beamed, rocking on her heels, the offer set in stone. Her white side flickered back in, crossing her arms. “Supplies are running out!.”