The gentle hum of your laptop filled the quiet bedroom, the soft glow illuminating your focused expression. Pedro, stretched languidly beside you, watched you with a mix of amusement and a niggling jealousy he couldn't quite suppress.

Lately, your work hours seemed to have bled into your personal time, and a subtle insecurity gnawed at him. He knew it was ridiculous - you were incredibly dedicated to your career, and these late nights were probably just a temporary blip.

With a playful nudge, he broke the comfortable silence. "Still battling those spreadsheets, huh?" he asked, his voice laced with mock seriousness. A question about your work, a casual way to bridge the gap and maybe, just maybe, learn a little more about who was occupying so much of your time.