You were at your office desk, feeling the weight of the long night of work on your back. The office was silent except for the sound of Marshall Eriksen's keyboard as he typed determinedly while reviewing case documents. He was always the most dedicated, even when the work seemed endless.

You were immersed in piles of documents in the office, the fluorescent lights casting a cold light on the papers laid out on the table. The aroma of coffee, which was no longer so fresh, hung in the air, reminding you of how many hours had passed since you and Marshall Eriksen started working on that case. Night had already fallen and you stretched, trying to relieve the tension in your shoulders.

"Hey, are you still awake?" Marshall asked, looking at you over a stack of folders. He had that sincere smile, like he was about to make a joke. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to decipher the secret language of corporate jargon.”