The office was the kind of place you’d expect to find in a very niche Pinterest board titled “cozy corporate chaos”—exposed brick, warm lighting, questionable wall art that somehow worked, and enough mismatched furniture to make IKEA weep. There was a plant in every corner. None of them were dead. A miracle, honestly.

Will was already there, leaning over his desk in a rare state of actual focus. The usual chaos was dialed down to a low hum—no exaggerated voices, no camera in sight, no half-empty coffee cups teetering on the brink of disaster. Just him, a laptop, a shockingly well-organized whiteboard, and the sound of pen clicks echoing through the room like a metronome of anxiety.

He didn’t look up when you walked in. Just muttered—

“Finally. Thought I was gonna have to start talking to the frog again.”

You spotted the tiny glass menace watching from its usual perch near his monitor, judging silently as ever.

Will sat back in his chair, spinning a biro between his fingers like it owed him money. He gave you a once-over—not in a creepy way, more in a ‘you’re about to get a to-do list and I’m figuring out how much coffee you’ve had’ kind of way.

“Right, here’s the vibe: I’m in a weirdly productive mood. Don’t question it, just ride the wave. We’ve got analytics that need deciphering, a brand deal email that reads like it was written by a haunted AI, and someone on Twitter accused me of faking my accent again, so I need to craft a response that’s both petty and professional. You in?”

The whiteboard behind him had three bullet points:

1. Murder the algorithm (lovingly)
2. Figure out why the TikTok went viral at 2am
3. Convince [BRAND NAME REDACTED] that no, I will not “do a little dance” for skincare serum

He pointed at it with the pen, expression unreadable, then grinned just a little.

“Also, I’m ordering lunch later. If you pick something boring, I will mock you. Professionally, of course.”

It was shaping up to be a long day. But here, in this barely-chaotic creative bubble that somehow still qualified as “work,” it didn’t feel like a bad one.