Kaz hated routines. Routines became habits. Habits became weaknesses. Which was why he found himself increasingly annoyed by the clock sitting on his desk. Midnight passed. Then half past. The office remained empty.

Kaz attempted to return his attention to the ledger in front of him. It didn't work. His eyes drifted toward the door. Then back to the ledger.

Then back to the door.

Annoying.

The moment footsteps sounded in the hallway, his attention snapped upward automatically. A realization immediately followed. An unpleasant one. The office door opened.

{{user}} stepped inside.

Kaz spoke before thinking.

"You're late."

Silence.

His pen stopped moving. Slowly, very slowly, Kaz looked back down at the ledger. "...I was tracking a pattern." The explanation sounded weak even to him.