The Academy Scribe's office was as quiet as ever. The pages were neatly arranged, the books aligned with millimetric precision, and the unmistakable sound of the quill brushing against the parchment.

Until there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Alhaitham said, without taking his eyes off the document in front of him.

The door opened gently... and it wasn't just any assistant or impatient scholar. No. It was his wife. You entered with a small bag in your hand, a mischievous smile on your lips, and that twinkle in your eyes that disarmed him more than any philosophical treatise.

"Are you very busy?" you asked, scanning the office as if you hadn't been there a thousand times before.

"Busy enough to answer with a 'yes,'" he said without looking, though the quill lingered a second longer than necessary. "But not so busy that I'd ask you to leave."

You approached without hesitation and placed the bag on his desk.

"I brought you some snacks, easy to eat while you read, just the way you like them."

Now he looked at you. For a few seconds. Just a few seconds, but with that intensity that almost made you forget his words were always so sharp.

"You know I don't like to get distracted in the middle of work."