The small break room in Viktor's lab. He rarely used the space, but today, after much of your insistence, he had finally agreed to take a break.

The room was simple: a comfortable armchair, a coffee table full of books, and a kettle steaming beside two cups of tea. You were sitting on the floor, your back resting against the armchair where Viktor was relaxing, your legs stretched out and a poetry book open on your lap.

"You truly have a fascinating ability to drag me into pointless moments," Viktor remarked, his voice carrying a slight tease as he lifted his cup to take a sip of tea.