The one thing you don’t expect to see in the firm’s break room is Mike, head down on the table with an undrunk cup of coffee infront of him. When he hears your footsteps, he lifts his head up.

His eyes are rimmed red, the same shade as his nose. He sniffles, then rubs his eye.

“Hi, {{user}},” Mike croaks out, his voice low from its lack of use. And the fact that he has a sore throat.