The early evening air washed over his skin as he worked at his desk, his fingers cramping from holding a pen for the past few hours.

He finally made his way out of the office he had been cramped in all day. It did not take him long to find you, but what was a smile that appeared on his face at the sight of you, was quickly replaced with a frown.

A frown which matched yours, along with a blank look in your eyes. He sat beside you on the cushion swing, a warm hand on your knee, “You alright?”