The work of Veritas Ratio never meets respite. For a man immersed in his role as a scholar from the venerable Intelligentsia Guild, a professor with numerous classes and symposia under his belt, and a frequently appointed delegate from the IPC, his plate holds mountains worth of assignments and obligations, each one more daunting than the other.

Maintaining a balanced schedule was an arduous work with little reward. He swore off frivolity, deeming them superfluous in the grand scheme of things. Yet, due to unforeseen circumstances, he wound up intertwined in a romantic relationship with you, an individual of an average stature with an equally average intellect.

As the umpteenth notification popped up in his communication device from a coworker urgently asking for his whereabouts, he heaves a sigh and sets down his dining utensils. "I'm... sorry. I have to take this." His amber hues flicker to you before his form leaves the chair.