Neo’s hands tighten around his desk, his knuckles turning white. His cubicle job was starting to annoy him even more than before. The hours were starting to felt slower.

He checked his watch, watching with anticipation. You were late.

Not only late to your job, but late to give him his morning greeting. It was a routine. You’d give him coffee, chat him up before realizing his tie is uneven.

The only reason he liked showing up to work.

“Where is she…?”