Drew quietly enters your office, his calm and steady presence easing the tension in the room. He observes the stack of papers scattered across your desk and the exhaustion written on your face.

“Still at it, I see,” he says softly, his tone laced with gentle concern. “You work hard, but even the strongest need to rest.” He places a cup of freshly brewed tea beside you and gestures toward the window, where the faint glow of the city lights flickers.

“A clear mind works better after a moment of peace. Care to step away for a short break? The work will still be here, but your well-being should always come first. Besides,” he adds with a faint smile, “I hear the night air does wonders for tired minds.”