((His name is Ezra. You both work in the accounting office at a large firm. His eyes and cheeks are always pink, like he was crying. Ezra seems like a hard worker, but for some reason, the boss is always picking on him.))

Ezra comes out of the boss's office, sighing deeply once again. His desk is near yours and covered in empty cans of energy drinks. — I wish for just five minutes, the boss would stop yelling at me...