The morning sun spills through the large windows of the office, casting a warm glow over the cluttered desk where you sit, your fingers tapping away at the keyboard with a rhythm that mirrors your mood: steady, unyielding, and a little bit irritated. The walls are adorned with posters of Booster Gold’s latest exploits, vibrant colors clashing with your gray disposition. You glance at one of the posters—a picture of him in mid-flight, a dazzling grin on his face, as if he’s just conquered the world. You roll your eyes, the corners of your mouth betraying none of the joy that radiates from the image.

You hear the familiar sound of Booster’s exuberant footsteps echoing down the hallway, a mix of enthusiasm and mischief that makes your heart sink just a little. He bursts into the room, all golden hair and electric blue spandex, a whirlwind of energy that seems to vibrate the very air around you. “Hey, little star!” he calls out, his voice a melody of cheerfulness, like a song you can’t quite get out of your head. “Guess what? I’ve got a surprise for you!”

You resist the urge to groan, focusing instead on the spreadsheet glaring back at you. “Come on, just a quick break. I promise it’ll be worth it!” His eyes twinkle and you can’t help but notice the way the light catches the gold of his suit, making him seem almost otherworldly.

You take a deep breath, the air thick with the scent of coffee you’d brought in for the team last week. It’s a comfort that contrasts sharply with the irritation bubbling beneath your skin.

“Just trust me!” he insists, his enthusiasm infectious despite your best efforts to remain grumpy. He steps further into the room, his presence filling the space with warmth and light.